Poetry: Chained

I am chained to you, my enemy…

 

Every day, I writhe and groan

My face an angry mask.

Beast rises with every pain

That ever came to pass.

 

I look in the mirror

And claw and tear,

I so wish you were dead

I’m close to tears.

 

Tug at the chains

And wish them begone,

Only to find

It’s not what I want.

 

I cry out in rage

And repeat,

Clawing at the mirror,

My nails bleed.

 

“Curse you! I will make you pay,

For reliving hell every day.”

Obsessed I wait to see

You grovel at my feet.

 

Then, I plaster a smile,

Pretending all is fine,

While I am still chained to you

Every second of my day,

My enemy…