Everytime we passed that spot,

I'd shudder inside.

Daffodills danced all along my journey,

Except at that spot.

There, they had become ensnared by

Their slender stems.

The harsh wire and twisted,

Leafless shrub,

Squeezing the life away.

They hung, head bowed like

So many misjudged peasants.

And as everyday, I passed those

Exphyxiating souls,

I too, could feel the vice-like grip

Around my own throat.

Your heartless, deceitful love,

Everyday choking me more.

And I would kick and try to scream,

Fighting to the end, until alas,

You would kill me, again.