I thought it was love,
the slaps my father gave my mother,
the screams that followed.I thought it was love,
the belt marks on her body,
the pain he engraved.I thought it was love,
the way he held her hair,
dragged her to his room,
forced himself on her.My mother stood soulless,
blank eyes, empty stare.
I asked if father loved us,
she said, "He loves us so much,"
with a touch that was motherly,
but a heart that was crushed.I thought that's what love was,
pampering in the morning,
pain at night.
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Shadows Within | POETRY
Poetry'Shadows Within' - A collection of poems that screams in silence, weeps in darkness, and bleeds with every word. A raw and unflinching journey through the shattered remains of a soul, where trauma, pain, and vulnerability entwine like a suffocating...