Falling In Love With Wolfman
Her family was singing and laughing, blue grass music fanatics.
They were knee-slappers, land loving, happy-to-be semantics.
She ran off in the middle of the night with a sweet talking man.
He tried to take her light, delighted in putting her down into a can.
She was in a dark place, not allowed to have a thought or a song.
Everything she did was done to build him up, but it was all wrong.
He pushed and he prodded, he made fun and he put her down all the time.
Her songs were less frequent, she forgot how to smile or rhyme.
He was a mean man, a sadist, a pouter, a pig. He kept her hidden away.
She kept praying God would save her. She prayed to be rescued every day.
He told her she was stupid, dumb, never did anything correctly,
was always wrong.
She thought about her family, and their love for playing, laughing, and their song.
She wished they would find her, but he had hidden her quite well I am afraid.
She spent the rest of her life, dreaming of what she had missed,
being his slave and maid.
She tried to please him every single day, earning his displeasure, and pouts he never tried to hide.
Wolfman had her so well brainwashed,
she never realized she could have gotten away if she had tried.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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