Daes dae'mar

by dewshine

This is a short poem about how the game of houses effects the emotions. My first piece to get up here, had to get something done.

DISCLAIMER: The title belongs to Robert Jordan, the folks at TOR, and whoever else.
The rest is mine.



Daes dae'mar

the rope cuts in
and I am shamed
again

fighting for breath
for air and strength

you stand- removed
your hands detached
from your body
and no body

knows
that the hands around
my neck
the twisted rope
fingers that carelessly
unconcernedly
grope
are yours.