Sitting in the middle,
listening to both sides,
I'm as far removed
from an objective judge
as one could be.
The tide ebbs and then swells
with the rising voices until they
fade away to blackness.
In the dark
I hear the
swish, swish
as the blood
races through
my veins
and the
drip, drip
of what's left
of my patience
draining from my body.
Don't do it.
Don't do it.
It's too late.
The thunder claps
and the skies open up.
The storm is unleashed.
They run for cover,
fear in their eyes.
With the silence
the sunlight breaks.
The clouds scuttle away as
quickly as they came
and I am left
ashamed.