AMBIT.
Your hold on me was forceful but painless. All the same
I dare not complain or have to deal with the traumatising image
Of your evil glare in my mind as you drag me further
Into your dark mind. I fight but you win.
I wanted to be let into you but not to this hell that is your past.
I want to leave; Let me leave. You don't listen to my pleas
Begging you to stop. You keep on dragging me and I am forced
To continue going, listening. When I just need a break
You never let me go. You become the devil to me.
Your ambit on me has no limit.
YOU ARE READING
ABASE
PoetryHe needn't a rope to subdue me but his eyes. Abase: Verb. To behave in a way that shows you accept that someone has complete powered over you. He was the controller and I the puppet.
