Saturday, June 8, 2013

Weak (Poem)

My strength leaves me now
As I look back at you
Just standing there - so smug
As if you already knew
That even as I run my hand
Over the bruises on my cheek
I just can’t seem to escape this hell
Your very presence makes me weak
And as your promises to change
Drip like oil from your lips
My heart and mind collide
As from my eye - a single tear slips

© Copyright E.F. Rose 6.7.13

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