Monday, June 18, 2007
Social Issue - Abuse
Her heart pounded in her ears
She was so sure he could hear it
She cowered in trepidation
Jumping at every din
Tears glistened in her dark poignant eyes
Her hands restive, her palms damp
She did not know how long she could stand it
She bit her lip, drawing out a proverbial tang of blood
She closed her eyes and willed the darkness to envelope her
She whispered a prayer and hoping for luck
Oh how she wished for the luck that he would not locate her
That tonight, just one night amongst the many, she would be free.
She had dreamt of stars and open skies
Of water-colored paintings and beautiful milieus
She hoped for hilarity and gratification
Of a life without terror or manacles
She prays for a savior to take her away
Her knight in shining armor that would shield her
Protect her from the pain and anguish
Take her away from the agony and abhorrence
Her eyes fluttered open when she heard his grunt
She knew he would not take long to discover her
The intense stench of alcohol filled the air
She felt nauseous, scared out of her wits
But there was no hope, no dreams
He came into view, in his hand, a weapon of torment
He spotted her and a smirk sprouted on his face
Her tears began to fall, once again.
She closed her eyes and stifled her screams
As again and again, she fell an inch closer to death
His vindictive heart gave no sympathy to her demise
Again and again, again and again.
She lay there, dilapidated and decrepit
A fragile doll, now eternally broken
She lived in agony and suffers the tortures
But the world casts only a blind eye
Not wanting to perceive what needed to be perceived
Not wanting to hear what needed to be heard
An inconvenient truth of reality
Ignorance truly is bliss.
Blogged
@ 9:35 PM
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