LAST THOUGHTS

The clock strikes the hour for him to come through the door
My hands are trembling. I wonder who I’ll meet today
I pray that time would stop even a second before –

My wish is simple and I am wishing for nothing more
Not love. Not beauty. My broken spirit has not much to say
The clock strikes the hour for him to come through the door

I would fly right into his arms in the days of yore
If I had grown wings I’d now hasten to fly away
I pray that time would stop even a second before

I hear his footsteps thundering on the floor
So I could scamper like a mouse to get out of his way
The clock strikes the hour for him to come through the door

But maybe, today brings the man I used to adore
And he will kiss all those years of my heartaches away
I pray that time would stop even a second before

My body can bear his brute purple reign no more
My soul leaves its bloodied shell that on the floor now lays
The clock struck the hour for him to come through the door
I wished that time had stopped even a second before.

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This post was written for a poetry prompt in Instagram (Purple reign) and as inspired by a tragic domestic violence article that I read online several days before.  You can find the Instagram entry here.  Thank you for coming by.

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