Afterthought 150—Changed Perspective

Posted in sonnet cycle by maggie on 2015/04/02

Floor it!  Baby, blast through all extremes
he deals you!  Sweetheart, don't let him accept
you only based on making you reject
a love that threatens his possessive schemes
against you!  Honey, that cracked mirror seems
like you no longer than you languish kept
beneath his control.  Dear, you're too adept
a poet to fall lost to muffled screams.

But no.  Much easier believing lies
he's fed you how I don't deserve your love—
once all respect for me's lost luster dim
enough, he's got you left alone to him.
One thing, though: is his mirror conscious of
what you'll see when you turn around?  Surprise!


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