Nothing Left
When did I fall so far from grace?
To see disgust etched on your face
Your twisted mouth in ghoulish scream
Gnawing away at my self esteem
Your knuckles white in hellish clench
Raised to beat this whimpering wench
As I lie huddled in foetal crouch
Upon the floor in dejected slouch
Your foot connects me in the head
Now all the world is turning red
A stabbing thrust upon my chest
A crushing blow against my breast
A strangle hold around my neck
And from my mouth a crimson speck
My lungs no longer holding air
When was it you stopped to care?
You said I meant the world to you
But as I turn to deathly blue
I have no will to question why
Tis better that I leave and die
Copyright © Marilyn Clarke | Year Posted 2006
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