He says he’s misunderstood and made
Into a devil of someone else’s choosing
As he fists hands and his woman bade
Face in sneering but charm oozing
Like an oily glut from his mouth.
He orders her to do something small
And it’d be easier to do himself
But he’s proving it just takes the call
For him to take precedence over herself
And she even considered dissent.
His words more chilling “she’ll learn eventually ”
To me “you all do, after you’re shown..”
Cold smile and words mock me
But eyes say loudly she you own.
I see her eyes and wonder if she’s quiet always
Or if she’s learned that silence is safe
Silence is the way to survive a day
And I’m asked later at another place
How I could stay in the house of a monster
Who thought he fooled all
But just because you choose not to see
Means only that you’ve chosen blinkers
You might not see the blood he spills
He still spills it saying it’s her, always her
She made him by whatever she didn’t do/say/think/like
He is fooling only himself
Your knowledge in silence is fooling all and none.
And he carries on knowing he has accomplices
She dreams at night of peace
No escape she will maybe see she needs to
She may leave it too late, could be you or me
Does it matter if she’s fooling all and none?
It may be all that keeps her alive.
Ailsa
©️AilsaCawleyPoetry 2018
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