Grasping for air! !
Don’t hold me down,
You’ve covered my mouth...
Bound me still.
The curtain falls,
Climax of the play?
Not appealing… just ailing,
Not like the romance novels,
Or Shakespeare’s scripts,
Pressure me no longer,
My body, docile,
My lips are sealed,
Submissive only to survive,
Yes your secret is safe with me,
Tragically though…
You’ve have killed my soul.
Melissa Coventry
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-curtain-falls/
