Impatiently Cruel
If he can’t have her,
no one can!
That obsession still haunted,
his intensity frightened her,
his anger flaunted,
he was possessive,
passionate, dominate,
impatiently cruel,
his way, his rule,
he held a mixture of humiliation
and hatred over her head,
not a kind word ever said,
she was caged and enraged by fear,
her past erased,
her death, near,
and she’ll vanish without a trace,
she grasped for breath,
but it became less and less,
and to want to hold on to life so much
she had not dreamed possible,
violently she drowned,
he covered his tracks,
and then he left town,
no media, no whispers, no sound.
Copyright © Frank F. Atanacio | Year Posted 2009
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