Wendy Bureau

Confines Of My Closet - Poem by Wendy Bureau

Locked within the closet
My response is automatic
Body shaking, convulsion
Making noise, could be tragic

With claustrophobic breath
Steps, are faintly heard
Alone in the dark so long
Vision, poor and blurred

A hand upon the door
With strength, lock is turned
Doing exactly as I'm told
Something I have learned

Greeted with a fist
Hauled up off the floor
Angry and intoxicated
A beating, surely in store

Pleading my undying love
Assuring, I can forgive
Replaying over in my head
Same question, will I live?

A fist full of my hair
Head pulled towards my back
Biting upon my flesh, so hard
Vision, slipping into black

What happens next, unaware
Unconscious body, the attack
Awaken, with relief
Confined, my closet, I am back

Copyright 2007 W. Bureau

Comments about Confines Of My Closet by Wendy Bureau

  • Rookie Bob Gibson (4/7/2009 11:12:00 PM)

    I felt your terror and your pain
    mere mortals would surely go insane
    how did you cope? was he that strong>
    how could love be so wrong (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 28 Points Laurie Hill (3/23/2009 2:33:00 PM)

    A haunting, disturbing write with vivid imagery. A terrible reality for many..10+ (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, July 20, 2008

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