Hunted like a wild animal
Cornered to the whims
Of a predator
She was trapped!
Ambushed
with no route of escape
To fight now
or believe the truth
Was her stark dilemma
Living in fantasy, not fact
she was inclined,to surrender
For she had no power
to overcome
Slave to her errors
And there were many
Errors of omission, that is
Of a predator
She was trapped!
Ambushed
with no route of escape
To fight now
or believe the truth
Was her stark dilemma
Living in fantasy, not fact
she was inclined,to surrender
For she had no power
to overcome
Slave to her errors
And there were many
Errors of omission, that is
She was confined
Trapped and released
By her own thinking
Her mind - her prison
and her liberty
Living for the moment
When he was normal
When his Hyde retreated
And his Jerkyl reappeared
Holding on to a perception,
A delusion of memories
of past goodness,all pretention
Abuse disguised by silence
Silence of feigned respect
And hope for future changes
That she would never get
Trapped and released
By her own thinking
Her mind - her prison
and her liberty
Living for the moment
When he was normal
When his Hyde retreated
And his Jerkyl reappeared
Holding on to a perception,
A delusion of memories
of past goodness,all pretention
Abuse disguised by silence
Silence of feigned respect
And hope for future changes
That she would never get
She was minimized
Like Alice in Wonderland
So small that she could not
Turn the key which
opens her door of liberty
Powerless on the inside
Defined by his perception
Maligned by his curse words
Aligned by ill intentions
She shrunk daily,to his order
And to his fists, she cowered
Too dependent to start over
She allowed him to mistreat her
And then hold her
Not believing in herself,enough
She endured his every cuff
Like Alice in Wonderland
So small that she could not
Turn the key which
opens her door of liberty
Powerless on the inside
Defined by his perception
Maligned by his curse words
Aligned by ill intentions
She shrunk daily,to his order
And to his fists, she cowered
Too dependent to start over
She allowed him to mistreat her
And then hold her
Not believing in herself,enough
She endured his every cuff
She was crippled
By her own fears
The fear of angering him
Fears of going out
Fears of starting over
She was paralyzed by doubts
and threats of unhappiness
cutlass,dead children
and poisonous substances
Nor could she execute a plan
Isolated by her own resolve
To stay with a wicked man
And inflicted loneliness that’s judged
With no acceptance of advice to leave
To Her monster- Lover
She was condemned, to cleave
By her own fears
The fear of angering him
Fears of going out
Fears of starting over
She was paralyzed by doubts
and threats of unhappiness
cutlass,dead children
and poisonous substances
Nor could she execute a plan
Isolated by her own resolve
To stay with a wicked man
And inflicted loneliness that’s judged
With no acceptance of advice to leave
To Her monster- Lover
She was condemned, to cleave
She was Enticed,
Knowingly returning
To that point of juxtaposition,
Where love and hate recline
Bowing daily to the wile
Of his weakness- inside
Hating the predator outside
Loving the predator inside
Not willing to contend
With the overpowering desire,
To endure what she had grown used to.
Slave to her habits,
And there were many,
Errors of commission, that is
Knowingly returning
To that point of juxtaposition,
Where love and hate recline
Bowing daily to the wile
Of his weakness- inside
Hating the predator outside
Loving the predator inside
Not willing to contend
With the overpowering desire,
To endure what she had grown used to.
Slave to her habits,
And there were many,
Errors of commission, that is
She was deceived, failing to see
That there was one enemy
And she could fight,
Passively or actively
If she believed
That no gambit,
No stratagem, no snag,
Plot, ploy or artifice
Could ever befit her
That there was one enemy
And she could fight,
Passively or actively
If she believed
That no gambit,
No stratagem, no snag,
Plot, ploy or artifice
Could ever befit her
Copyright©2015 by Camille Caliscia Patrick
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