Wedding bells
singing around
Festive lights
marking celebration
Brighter than
the light
Is the aura of
the place
With liveliest
smiles all around
I ran in
pretending wary
Into the
darkness of my room
Lest the world
see
The bruises on
my skin
The tears
running down
Haunting
moments rush back in dark
Of him
standing atop and his cruel smile
Thumping me
down, every time I rose
He killed me
from within, my little life
And is it him
I am married to?
That fateful
day I met him first
I was told it
was “HIM”
All was well
until we met
In this very
room
As he
comforted his lust at once
I spoke, I
cried, I shouted
Least I knew,
I wasn’t heard
Each time he
pushed himself
I roared of
pain from deep within
But it is him I am married to..!!!
3 comments:
:( Sad poetry but well written :)
B - The Eye of the Beholder
Sad that it can happen, I hope women will realise that "being married to" is no reason to stand abuse 😕 touching piece!
Touching piece
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