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Chains
Solder the chains in my back firmly
Prepare the harness for my abuse
Strip me of clothing like before
Bind each hand in separate noose
Darkness swallows up my vision
Fight or flight this does induce
Demons from the edges sprout
On tortures for me these demons muse
Lowered down the creviced hollow
The panting tongues this does seduce
Run their hands along my body
Passioned hatred will have a use
Claws from within are demons doing
Now in their care I can't refuse
Poke through the skin in certain places
Another harness this will produce
No safety will this harness bring me
And all this pain it won't reduce
They are my keepers and I their slave
My body from their putrid kiss eschews
The chain is one that I put on
And willing took this misuse
Around my neck will hold lock
My suffering has no excuse
It is a sad poem. A poem writen deeply from deep emotion. I look back at some of my poetry, and see similar pains and anguish, but its not somthing I could ever get used to to see that same pain coming from a loved one.
Technically: The poem has a wonderful dual cuplet design. It rolls off the tongue in just the right places. I also really must applaude your excellent choice of words. I always felt when I wrote my poems that (with a few exceptions) I never could find the words that just sounded exceptional. I always felt like the words I chose where clumbsy. But not with yours.
It is a well writen poem, and one that certainly express the depth of feeling that I personally know you are feeling.