Alone At Last.
She sat in the back row… alone
behind the twenty or so others there.
She seemed scared and sad.
Then, they opened the curtain
and the view was all too frightening.
She covered her eyes and cried.
The man is strapped into a chair.
His salty white hair and strong physique
are all she could see peeking through her fingers.
As the gas filled the chamber
and the man convulsed
she turned away.
When it was over she was the last to leave.
No one acknowledged her presence.
They did not know who she was.
She entered her car and cried some more
before setting off for home.
Four hours later she pulled into the driveway.
She ran to her doorway.
Inside, she cried again.
It was over and the relief finally set in.
He was gone.
She wondered what she would do
with the extra room
the one she kept open
in case he returned.
After she learned he was imprisoned
she still kept the room for him.
She wondered and asked herself, often times
if she kept it out of fear.
He was a monster of a father
but now, she is free
and alone at last.
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I feel all caught up in this one, MF.
The whole issue of domestic violence, the ambivalence felt only gradually drawn out, so well paced. But first hauled in by the issue of capital punishment, which always leaves me in turmoil (no fault of yours…)
A great write (in case I haven’t made myself clear).
a reality far more common than we like to admit
we speak of loyalty as a moral ideal
yet, we never let ourselves recognise
its trappings..
no horror movie can surpass life
for sheer emotional devastation!
(an important subject
an eloquent narrative poem
a wonderful showcasing of your inking skill)
thanks for sharing dear Poet
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