In the drawing room she sat waiting her fate.
Delilah knew he was going to **** her. He was ranting and raving, his face so red and the look in his eye. This is the last straw he was saying; this is the last day for you today.
She took her last breath as she watched him take her away. Was it a million years ago that their love was so new? The hopes and dreams were gone never to return.
The distance of him and her
There’s only one thing to do
Is to try and lure
Someone has to change the lock
What question will be asked?
Here they are on the dock
And there he is passing in the night
While a fitful wind has blown in
From the sea and it is such a fright.
The blood that has been drawn
Leaves her crying you see
Folding herself into a miserable groan
While the violets die in her hand
Don’t die! Don’t die! Don’t die!
She keeps whimpering as they fall to the land
He did not love her anymore
The pain was too great, she knew
He had the key to her heart and he had her lured
But now the pain was too swift.
Fairy tales all these years
How long does it take to lift?
Truly her subdued body tonight
What happens to her now?
When she starts feeling cold?
And she never manages to light the fire
Within all could be too old;
Is this what she truly believes?
From a dozen stab wounds
And thrown into the river like leaves
One more second to think
Through the intensity of
Her last thoughts;
Dear God what has he done?
So please my dear, she prays
Wipe the blood from her chin
Will you this day?

She sank deeper and deeper into the water off the bridge she had fallen. Eyes closing and losing the light knowing this was her last night.


©Copyright 2012 by POET DEBORAH BROOKS-LANGFORD