|
The Lonely Heart Calls
by Charlie Morgan...through frothy lips, wet with blood
a woman whimpers--the noise muffled
by the fold of her elbow.
...groaning with the weight of a thousand
unfilled dreams, she lumbers to bed
finding respite from hurt.
...the weary mother-wife-daughter-neice-friend
has kept the pain, the hurt like
Grannies keep bronzed shoes.
...using the mirror for admonishment,
a service she freely gives to herself
ordered so by him as he walks out the door.
...all her Hopes take flight for fear of the burden
she's taken gladly by accepting
the love of a husband-son-nephew-monster. 10/28/2004 Posted on 10/28/2004
Copyright © 2025 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 09/22/05 at 12:02 AM Wow! Excellent addition to the wife battering file, given extra impact via this line: ...the weary mother-wife-daughter-neice-friend, as well as the last.
|
|
