A Fatal Love Poem by Chantelle Clark

A tear silently falls
Glistening with Fear.
As night approaches.
Within the Mirror.

Inside this doubtful world,
The day of tomorrow
Is only but a routine
Filled with screams of sorrow.

If I cry out to you
I will be silenced.
Three warnings I recieve
Before he erupts into violence.

I smile at his ugly face
Pretending to be thrilled,
At what he has given me,
A life of fearful chills.

I do as I am told
If not, blood I will see.
A hand upon my mouth
He will never let me be.

I gag and choke on blood.
Once again I've made a mistake.
But will he be nice today?
How much more can I take?

Into another world I go.
Isolated, Cold, and Alone.
He calmly talks to me
In an un-nerving frightful tone.

He has taken me far away
There is no one to help.
He smiles as he comes near.
And the deck's cards have been delt.

A mirror stands against my back.
And I reach behind towards the glass.
No one should have to see this...
I hope it will shatter and crash.

Can you not see me?
Nor hear my cries of plea?
Help me out of this dark world.
Please, just let me be free.

As you take a look at me.
From your world into mine.
Please remember what happened here.
And know death can sometimes be kind.

A World of Hate is Horrid.
A World of Perfection Ideal.
Dreams are premonitions.
And Violence very Real.
©
Written by Chantelle Clark
Writ Upon June 1,2008.