• priya_pradhan 11w

    DOMESTIC VIOLENCE

    Happy family, perfect couple
    Is only decorated in wedding album,
    The love he shared earlier
    Unfortunately shall never come.

    The reality is something else
    And our togetherness is a dream,
    The way memories scattered
    Is more painful and here I scream.

    There is demon
    Reflecting within him,
    Here each second is a punishment
    Which turns my day so grim.

    He pulls my hair
    He slaps my face,
    He chokes me all time
    And my wedding life has become a mess.

    He beats me
    Till I mourn in pain,
    He punishes me with whip
    Not to make mistake again.

    He curse my dad
    For the level I belong,
    He shatters my flesh
    Even if he is wrong.

    Sometimes he is ohk
    And everything goes fine,
    But the demon in him
    Rise again with time.

    I wish it is my fallacy
    From which I can escape,
    But my bloody flesh is a true witness
    That in his cruelty, I'm firmly drapped.


    Bloody-running blood
    Mourn-feeling of sorrow

    ©priya_pradhan