Abuse
A breathless realization—
A piercing pain to the heart,
To the gut—
Low moaning in an
Utterance of disbelief
Infiltrates the body's senses.
Smoke billows, yet there is no fire,
Just an opaque veil that’s slowly lifted
From sorrowful eyes
Where flooding begins.
Deeds made bare
Requires reprehensible restraint.
As anger flushes furiously,
A fire rages out of control—
Searing, scorching, killing trust,
Destroying any semblance of caring.
A glacial numbness replaces fire—
Then—a drowning in the melt.
© Connie Marcum Wong
Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2015
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