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Act III: Terror

So then, welcome to the apex of our short, tragic love story
Poetry that causes you to go back and re-read
To grasp an ending that shouldn’t be hard for any to believe
Asking yourself, again and again; why didn’t she just leave
Walking across the edge, with a card hidden beneath her sleeve 5
Wondering how any would react to acts of physical deceit
Thoughts which second guess every last breath we breathe
Images more evil than anything we could ever conceive
Poisoned fruit which grown from an abusive seed
The unimaginable when she first fell for that dimple 10
A perception, nothing could be deeper than what we feel
Unaware how this is the same passion, that could drive one to kill
An act that destroys all that was destined to be built
Unsure anymore, what’s fake and what’s real
What required talent, and what demanded skill 15
The truth buried deep within a hallow marital seal
Learning way too late; a ring never heals all
The first thing thought off, as she contemplates making that call
Reminded of every time a fist left her only able to crawl
Images preserved here on her mental wall 20
A graphic reminder of every warning she was ever told,
How no man has a right to treat her so cold
Wondering as a poet, what happens to the battered as they grow old
As she steadily contemplates, how to pay him back for what she owes
Choices from which, she’ll never be able to return from this road 25
When her joyful spirit is left to be sold off
As death is all she desires to now see
A dance, very few are brave enough to follow the leader.
Pain and anguish based off the reflection in the mirror,
A most debilitating form of terror

Thy Devils Dance

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Act II: Hard to Stop

Interesting how promises gradually mean less and less in end
Insight to why we’re here in silence amongst family and friends
Stuck where now, the lines between fantasy and reality bends
Why honestly, even he was clueless as to when it’d happen again
The face of a man, no longer classified as sane 5
Victims to a ‘madness’ which steadily attacks the brain
Freedom from any empathy of pain
Believing this is almost some type of twisted game
Probably why each instant feels the same
Illustrating what happens when she’s solely to blame 10
Understood from young, these are the traits of a real man
What it actually means to provide for this woman
A coach who uses force to enforce the purpose our game plan.
Assured this love shared is so true; she’ll withstand,
What must be done when she lacks an ability to understand 15
Body language grasped with a glance
Signs of the coming storm, right before it actually happens
Horrific memories, seeded here by every blow these fist now plant
An instant response to anything that might resemble a stance
A common trade off if money helps insinuate romance 20
Unknowingly, witness to how shopping sprees leave her in a trance
How all is forgiven when holding two tickets to France
Mousetrap for an opponent who has no chance
Byproduct of this passion and aggression enhanced
Taking part in the sacred tradition of the devil’s dance 25
Where acts and thoughts come off as rash
A woman appreciated as much as last week’s trash
Quick to still believe this’ll be the last
Believing abuse is something that only happens in the past 29
Scars and bruises covered up with her mask of make up
The motive of every last slap; abusing more than just her trust
An exhibition of what love does to some
The face of pure evil deemed by all, as handsome
Sadistic with prey; lead to believe each instance is random
Taking sanity hostage, with no ransom note 35
Prisoner to a demon, we’re never to let get too close to our soul
Unsatisfied until it’s impossible to repair a hallowed heart
A collection of damaged goods, that’ll never be taken apart
Tearing a person down to the point it becomes an art form
Addicted to the grand power of control from the start 40
Engulfing her reason for existence like quick sand; stuck here for life
Filled with pride whenever she cries herself to sleep at night
High off the sight, of the fear of God in her eyes
The motive disguised behind choosing a victim for a bride.
Bringer of darkness on any day that starts out colorful and bright 45
Tough love that deep down, she starts to think is right for her
Establishing an unbreakable connection to fear
An illusion; reinforced with a slap that’d have her seeing stars
Blows both physical and mental which cause psychological harm
Abuse, harder to stop now, than ever before.

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Act I: Unrealistic

Change is best grasped within the depths of the darker side
Taking us where it’s warranted to classify poetry as a piece of art
Something to assist whenever truth and reality are ripped apart
Rewinding his story to its blissful start
Where both characters played there scripted parts. 5
Blown away by the charm and fire in his eyes, that set him apart;
A perfect smile and appreciation for the modern arts,
Why at first, it was so easy to ignore where it hurts
Instances that left blood stains all over your shirts
Subconscious asking you, what’s your actual worth? 10
As nothing you try ever works
Whether sexually or the soul food, your broken soul cooks.
Neither can erase the horrors seen from a single demonic look
No longer wondering, what happens if he loses control
Worries about more being broken than just a tooth 15
Thoughts maybe, of how this life came to your truth
Bound by compassion which resonates from these roots
Still clinging to a mirage, all is perfect and cute
Preoccupied with another bombardment of new shoes
All the more naïve, as each blow seems far between and very few 20
Blind to what silence plus violence, ultimately equals to
Stuck living in fear without a single clue
Fearful even of all it is, others claim you’ll lose
Afraid to this day; of actually having to choose,
An early grave or the sultry sounds of the blues 25
The false hope of never again being so misused.
The exact opposite of you today, so frail and confused,
A woman who’s been left battered and abused. 28
Alive but dead, inside all emotions subdued
Total stranger to the girl in the mirror who only wanted to succeed 30
Personal questions and answers that no one else see’s
Around family and friends but still lost at sea
All unaware how the night before, she was left to bleed
Persistently asking herself now, how could you be so naïve 34
To truly believe, this was something to once classify as a need 35
When all you proudly desired was to carry his unborn seed
Belief, every new promise of change was new reason to believe
Standing before the world, prisoner in a free world
Ashamed of what became of her mother’s baby girl
Tears felt most as her body gradually heals 40
Magician with makeup; as every facial bruise is concealed
Conditioned to accept the way it’ll be till she finally killed
Victim to what an alternate universe of “the notebook” reveals
A true survivor who daily gives genuine thanks for her meal
Tormented persistently in a way others are unable to feel 45
Sentiments of the slave picking cotton in the fields 46
Accustomed to abuse in way that requires skill 47
The opposite of individuals who jump off mountains for the thrill 48
Standing nude in snow, cause it feels warm in the chill
Going through trails in life that make it almost seem unrealistic 50

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Prepare for this rather tragic testimony
An exhibition, exhibiting some of the facts from this sad story
The verbally and physically abusive claiming there genuinely so sorry
The battered contemplating weather to dial 911 now, or in the morning
Fast asleep with nightmares of loved ones left to only mourn
Reviewing acts which should been able to forewarn
When ultimately, maybe others were off, too busy at work,
Too see the endless amounts of another’s hurt.
Still images like a blood stain on your favorite jacket and shirt.
Why it pains to evaluate, a lost loved one’s value or worth?
Raw emotions unimaginable to any poetic verse
Simple phrases written here, but only worse
Moments illustrating the gift from the curse;
For to escape from this fate, takes more than an acts of courage
Pieces of who we really are, buried beneath the surface
Those whose addiction to this is now a preference
Rejected to the feel, no one is coming to their defense,
That it’s too late to make a difference
Someone who’s already referred in the past tense;
So tread carefully through every last step, in thy Devils Dance.