Voices of War

Coal black eyes glinted Rage surfacing Seething, furious He was like a hard stone Without sympathy Or empathy His lack of compassion Sent me reeling from him Fire boiled in his touch Clutching me roughly Large hands tangled in tresses Pulling away wisps, curls Dark as the night Fright colored me steely gray Ashen from the dread Of this man who I loved Now on the floor His boots kicking my limbs My legs and my torso As I tried to pretend I was no more Hope struggled up in my throat Promising he would stop If only I could fake death Falsify my demise Finally, the ultimate shock His lips puckered up But this was no kiss for me This was spittle all over my face Bearing the resemblance of shame That claimed my racing heart At last the degradation was finished I was mortified in my finish Leaving me there on the floor Aware that I had been chastened For the love I felt When I first met this man With his chocolate eyes and dark skin Inherited from his Apache ancestry Now I knew that his eyes Could reveal his dark soul, his cold heart Yet, he could be so loving Like a light in the darkness Where he sometimes appeared from And I could be so forgiving Until the realization set in for me Fear was stronger than my hope Soon I would be giving up As the filth and disgrace wore away my caring