James
Night has kept me bound to him;
With chains of steel, brought guilt
He's cast a blanket over me
And has smothered 'til I'd wilt.
He wriggled 'til he got inside,
And from there consumed my life.
He broke and cut and scarred within
With hate and bitter strife.
Night had kept me bound to him
And held me close with darkest spite.
For years and years, he'd smothered me,
But these moments are his last, tonight.
For morning sun has lifted high,
And light has scattered free;
For love at last has broke through night
And he will be the life in me.
Copyright © Dana Smith | Year Posted 2012
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