TWENTY-EIGHT DAYS
[A Poem in Envelope Quattrain style]
Twenty-eight days…
Fight or flight?
Dark or light?
Eyes ablaze!
Twenty-eight days…
She had no clue
The day she’d rue
Her wanton ways!
Twenty-eight days…
It started well
Now it’s hell!
And she obeys…
Twenty-eight days…
He roped her in
With charming grin
And flowing praise
Twenty-eight days…
His manner changed
Became deranged!
Overt displays!
Twenty-eight days…
No way out!
Strong self-doubt
Thoughts in haze…
Twenty-eight days…
Time to act!
Resolve intact
No delays!
Twenty-eight days…
The time is nigh!
Live or die!
It’s not a phase…
Twenty-eight days…
She made a plan
To kill the man
Her fear allays…
Twenty-eight days…
She lay in wait
He came home late
Steady gaze!
Twenty-eight days…
She raised the knife
To end his life!
Could only graze…
Twenty-eight days…
It came to this
How could she miss?
And now she pays!
Twenty-eight days…
He grabbed the hilt
Devoid of guilt
But oh, so crazed!
Twenty-eight days
From start to end
One can’t contend
When all decays…
Twenty-eight days
From start to end
Twenty-eight days!
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Originally published Feb. 18, 2019
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11 thoughts on “TWENTY-EIGHT DAYS”
In this instance a knife was the wrong weapon!!!! LOL, needed a 44. 🙂
Love the poetry!!!!!
Hi Debbie – very clever and ‘a delight’ to read … just sad too … well done – Hilary
We do live in violent world, although it was much violent let say 100 years ago.
Coffee is on and stay safe
There’s a thin line between love and hate. A very thin line and in this instant it was Twenty-eight days. Very well done.
Have a fabulous day and week, Debbie. ♥
great poem! have a wonderful day
The dark side of life, Debbie! It’s an unfortunate situation for those who can’t get out of a bad relationship, especially an abusive one. Well-written expressions of emotional sadness.
Definitely dark, especially for those who can’t escape. Thanks for checking out the poem, Eugenia. I’m glad you liked it. 🙂
Debbie,
She should’ve followed through when she had the chance. It’s hard to understand how anyone can stay in an abusive relationship. How sad! Great job on the poem!
Hi Cathy, yes, she certainly messed that up. Sadly, for some, leaving is easier said than done. Thankfully, there are good resources available to help victims of abuse. Thanks for checking out the poem! 🙂
Ouch! That was dark…
Yes, that was the idea. 🙂 Thanks for reading my poem.