Dark Muse
07-25-2010, 12:38 AM
Penelope
The bitterness of years
settled into her once noble heart,
eyes once so full of passion
and shining with devotional love
became gradually empty and sad.
Her youth ebbed away
in a persistent agony,
by threads she held on to her dignity
sacrificing herself and a chance
to rediscover happiness
for the sake of a man.
Now lying in bed beside her,
the one for so many years
she called husband,
no longer gives her joy.
The traces of betrayal
revealed themselves
traced in the lines of his face
caught in the eye,
a subtle change of manner,
the words left unsaid.
She lives with the truth
that her own painful fidelity
was dashed into ashes,
no longer can she bear his touch
without a cinching of nausea,
she would cry if there were any
tears left.
Her fingers begin to inch
toward the knife feeling the
weight of cold steal,
drawing a sharp breath.
After so many years it
was time she tasted freedom,
why leave the world to men
while women must be the
noble, faithful, downtrodden.
She seized the day
and plunged the dagger
in, cutting through the heart
she held so long only to
discover it had been untrue.
The bitterness of years
settled into her once noble heart,
eyes once so full of passion
and shining with devotional love
became gradually empty and sad.
Her youth ebbed away
in a persistent agony,
by threads she held on to her dignity
sacrificing herself and a chance
to rediscover happiness
for the sake of a man.
Now lying in bed beside her,
the one for so many years
she called husband,
no longer gives her joy.
The traces of betrayal
revealed themselves
traced in the lines of his face
caught in the eye,
a subtle change of manner,
the words left unsaid.
She lives with the truth
that her own painful fidelity
was dashed into ashes,
no longer can she bear his touch
without a cinching of nausea,
she would cry if there were any
tears left.
Her fingers begin to inch
toward the knife feeling the
weight of cold steal,
drawing a sharp breath.
After so many years it
was time she tasted freedom,
why leave the world to men
while women must be the
noble, faithful, downtrodden.
She seized the day
and plunged the dagger
in, cutting through the heart
she held so long only to
discover it had been untrue.