This poem is about a battered woman dying in the hands of her abuser.
Sitting so still hiding in the dark
I smell his breath that reaked of alcohol
The closer he came towards me the stronger the smell
I closed my eyes and held my breath
as he walked around the dark room
creeping and hunting for his last prey.
I closed my eyes again and prayed that he would go away
When my tears fell to the floor like glass
shattering the stillness of my soul
there for a brief moment i saw his silouette against the moonlight
there he stood with a knife in hand hunting for my soul
he lunged at me as I took my last breath.I fell to the floor
and as every ounce of blood was flowing out of me
i saw the tears in his eyes as he reached out for me saying that he loved me
as I took my last breath
Perhaps "..Quiet Storm" will help rekindle old flames buried and long forgotten or express the love so deeply locked inside of your soul longing to be released.
Regardless of where you may be found in love this beautiful masterpiece can be