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On Becoming the Insignificant Other
by Alison McKenzie
At the first sign of trouble,
She gathers the facts
And tries to make some
Semblance of sense.
His fear has been building,
Causing his nightmares
To reign ash
Upon the light
Of his days,
Those precious moments
He craves,
Clutching
Love to death,
Squeezing to strangulation.
She tries not to die,
Because she knows
It isn’t his intention,
But the lights go out
Just the same.
04/23/2015 Author's Note: metaphorical
Posted on 04/23/2015
Copyright © 2025 Alison McKenzie
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kris Mara on 04/23/15 at 11:53 PM I admire the craft with which you built this piece...it's so powerful...just goes right into your reader's heart... |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 04/24/15 at 02:52 PM I'm sure I've been in this position but I don't believe I've ever seen it so sublimely expressed, Alison. |
| Posted by Jolie Jordan on 04/29/15 at 01:51 AM Wow. |
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