The Echo Of Your Whip

by Tom Swart   Nov 15, 2009

Thou cometh dark stranger to the edge of my dreams
To taunt and heckle me, causing these screams.
You poke and prod making me cry,
Then end my tears with a rod in the eye.

You have been here before and will be here again
To tug at my slumber and make my heart bend.
The cracks that you leave me are wide and deep,
Why do you deprive me the comfort of sleep.

Must you expose my weakness this night,
And cause me to bleed but never to fight.
You bind and shackle me with bittersweet notions
Taking sick pleasure adding salt to emotions.

The dawn is my witness as I battle your evil,
May you slither away like a cowardly weasel.
The sun comes to push your ugliness aside
And the echo of your whip slowly subsides.


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  • 8 years ago

    by Lost Soul 691

    Oh, the interpretations that this poem creates in my mind! A wonderful read ... before bed. lol Maybe I better check out something light first. So many lines grabbed me but I do love "the dawn is my witness". :)

  • 10 years ago

    by Corinne

    I can't quite tell if you loathe or love the "whip" - Perhaps a little of both? Either way, a compelling piece.

  • 10 years ago

    by Ingrid de Klerck seems to me this lady is not treating you very well at all..I have no idea if this is a figurative speech or something more concrete..but it really struck me as intensely sad.

    Good wording, are a gifted writer.

    God bless,

    5/5 Ingrid

    ps: Sorry it took me so long to return the read, your poems are well worth it!

  • 10 years ago

    by Lynn Anderson

    Love Love Love it! Great use of words!