C R U E L L A

if enduring the frustration is not enough
and it is by so many counts
encompassing, and immensely enveloping
my whimpers are now more pathetic
and meek
and recognizably a whisper to squinting eyes
which i now look to for the result of this suffering
more...i whimperrrrrr
or relief...i whimperrr
the mystery as tormenting as the torment
the control of a distant mind
a distant will
penetrating my sensations with predicaments of exhaustion and unmerciful inventions
exposing need while nurturing desire
walking it down corridors of ache and dismay
of seemingly needless discomfort sought eagerly as pleasure for you
where begging is mute
and time grows longer and longer
my claws upon it weaker and weaker
and you step on my attempts
and tender my fate
leading me through one long weep that never sheds a tear

-poetrician