One Too Many (Domestic Violence)
It is in the heart of Man to prey.
Weak seeking weaker
to make themselves strong.
Rag dolls
simper behind
a clever line
a silver tongue
a Charmer’s charm.
It’s all been done and
yet we fall.
Hook.
Line.
Sinker.
Doe-eyed,
we embrace the bright-eyed-winker.
Searching for self in a snake’s charm.
Ignore the Whisper
we take his arm
and pray
Lord, do not let me be deceived.
Do not lead me astray.
Show me your will.
All the while
we are beguiled.
Weaker still.
Copyright © Melisa May | Year Posted 2007
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