One a Day: Terza Rima

As I walk along the cold forgotten path
I feel as though a shadow walks besides me
And though I feel no menace, hatred, or wrath

I wonder why I cannot, this shadow, see
But to stop along the path and delve deep
Into the gloom is a choice not meant to be

Along this cold forgotten path I must keep
I cannot stop for food or drink, I cannot
Stop for rest and never shall I stop to sleep

I must hurry, be swift or else be forgot
Time waits for some, but for me, surely will not

Post Script: NPM: He says he loves me (Poem 28)

Open, shut, open, shut
Banging doors, slamming drawers
Yelling, screaming, shouting, beating
The shit I put up with
Because he says he loves me

Help, shut up, stop, make me
He’s gone over the edge
Now, he says, you’ll learn
Now, he says, you’ll do as you’re told

The slaps, the punches
The bruises, the cuts
The stitches, the tears

No more, I’ve had enough
I know it’s time to leave

…But then he says he loves me