Summer sky eyes (re-post)
Broken, dazed, she sits alone,
receiver hanging, off the phone.
Her towel wrapped body, grazed and sore,
discarded cloths, on a blood soaked floor.
She waits in silence, oblivious of time,
sipping, occasionally, on a glass of wine.
Eyes transfixed, on the lounge room door,
a sickening anger runs through her core.
She loved him once, before all this,
his warm embrace, and tender kiss.
The way he smiled, lit up his eyes,
like a watery reflection, of a summer sky.
Why he changed, she would often ask,
what went wrong, it happened so fast.
The caring stopped, replaced with rage,
good to bad, with the turn of a page.
Months of violence, and mental abuse,
never a reason, never induced.
His constant drinking, was never explained,
she just stopped asking, her life force was drained.
Now she sits, on a chair, with a glass of wine,
with his blood, on the floor, oblivious to time.
she waits, for sirens, a bang on the door,
men with badges, spouting the law.
His body will be found, next to the bed,
with a hole in his heart, and a gash on his head.
They will follow a trail, right down the hall
into the kitchen, all over the walls.
She will recognise faces, reading her rites,
officers called out, to previous fights.
She shows no emotion, when cuffed on the floor,
by the same policemen, that chose to ignore.
As she travels in a car, with her wrists wrapped in steel,
the pills that she swallowed, will change how she feels.
Her last breath she will gasp, and a tear she will cry,
as she remembers her love, with the summer sky eyes.
A powerful and emotive write, Steve. Brilliantly penned in graphic detail, love the end lines. Recommended.
A gripping real time life story you present in your narrative poem, Steve...it is a sad truth that a life spoilt infects another life good, connected to it, leading to the latter's ultimate destruction...very nicely crafted piece on the theme chosen
Wow! What a potent and very moving write you have so excellently inked in this very poignant poem. Good love gone bad.......so sad! You narrate the story so well, drawing the reader in more and more with each line they read. I was utterly captivated to the very last word! I was saddened at the ending, wishing the 'victim' could have gone away from all the pain and heartache, made a new life for herself, instead of taking matters into her own hands, but it happens so often. The perfect scansion and rhythm throughout the poem is amazing! Wonderful work,Steve! Tfs and blessings always......