Punishing Love
The pain of living every day,
The pain of knowing,
What the following days hold.
The hunger, the thirst,
My empty stomach growls.
The feeling of hate,
Which I usually feel
The feeling of love,
Which I don’t.
They look at me with
Sorrow filled eyes.
They’re pitiful looks disgust me,
I’m strong, I don’t need anyone
I’m capable of looking after myself!
He’s finally gone
My heart fills with joy
People look at me as the poor wife,
The poor grieving widow
Who lost her husband?
The man known as loving.
But no one knows,
What happens behind closed doors?
No one knows the suffering,
That I once felt.
The pain of the beatings,
Had gotten worse over the years,
He told me he loved me,
Then why make me suffer,
Then why make me beg!
What they don’t know is,
That the sound they heard that night,
The scream of agony,
Which they chose to ignore,
Was not the usual sound of a man,
Beating his wife.
But it was the sound of a broken woman
Getting revenge
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