W.O.R.D.S. of the Day

and so he grabbed her by the throat again,
sayin' "Don't act out again!"
the scars were worst, still worst, the pain again.
it hurts to know he could be so bold
and try to destroy something God evoked.
like going against the Word and preaching his own
maybe she'll be smart in the end
wake up and just leave this man
but we both know the truth
once the tears stop flowing and the bruises start clearing
she'll remember the loving,
while the healing takes time, her mental being is dying.


in our mind's eyes there's no surprise
to see her with him when the blacks and blues have waned
her skin more colored with hurt than his, with melanin.
now don't read this wrong, it's not his darkness that drives this
but the darkness within him, deeper to the core, merged deep, deep down within him.
something that moves in waves of frustration and almost consumes him.
his rage made redder with heat, if he had only read her these lines, then maybe she would leave...
knowing he was worse than he seemed,
a sheep with wolves' eyes could mean only one thing.


analogies describe him, yet he's an anomaly to me
to take out his hurt, his pain, on someone like she
who could only give and never receive, and she'll keep giving till her heart's with he.
now resting in his palm, he controls her every life's beat.
and her arteries call out to him just to feel a gentle pulse,
for he sustains her being, her life, he is the source.


i pray she wakes up one day and snatches her life away
pumping her her own life through her own veins someday,
making her own plans no longer living her life in vain.
i peeked through her window to see if she'll wake
but without making a noise i may have left dreams scattered for her sake


and she's still asleep, a slumber so deep...maybe if i touch her?
nah, i think all there is to do is weep.

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