Amongst the broken China and Glass,
The result of minds now so opposed,
Are remnants shown of a Marriage lost,
Those Vows once said, there lies exposed.
To soon the tears did break when dried,
Fresh anger was cast on your innocent head,
Your Heart is crushed by his Caustic Words,
The Purest Soul broke by the hurt that was said.
You wait through the Night for his Morning return,
Like an afterthought her scent is
intruding and vile,
For his words are soaked from a Bottle or two,
A face set in flame and a Tongue
spitting bile.
And will the Morning see your face cast-down,
Adorned in Makeup for the secrets they hide,
Those aching Bones that will never speak words,
No friends will you, To your pain confide.
And does he treat her just the same,
The other stray, a Jezebel made,
And talk in words of Silk and Charm,
Before Her favours tire and fade?
For I hate to see you Cry my Love,
With all the Pain you’re going through,
As I stand in the shadows, my torment now plain,
Could I ever declare my Heart is for you?
To take you away to a better life,
For you we’d cross this World unbound,
To see you smile ,the untouched laugh,
Together away with your freedom found.
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Author:
Kevin Hulme (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 21st, 2024 19:41
- Category: Love
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Comments6
I see/read/feel what you mean! Part of my posting process these days is to get a general feel of what is currently being posted and reacted to. Otherwise I tend to barrel on oblivious to my surroundings. And as a result of that the poems suffer poor reception when they could have a better ‘life experience,’ in a manner of speaking. Now both of us posting on the same theme without first conferring - that may be connected to these efforts, somehow. Or perhaps my emotional state this time of year also has some part to play. Haven’t the slightest idea! But I also breathe ‘hating to see you cry.’ 🙏🏻
Some of these Poems are Old ones I’m blowing the dust of .
Paper versions of Miss Havisham.
Appreciate your Reading it . Thank you.
Same! Oh Havisham, that melancholy lady (crone) dressed in her bridal gown and kept her bridal reception in place over decades and decay? (Great Expectations fame) Nice. Still have nightmares about her and Estella.
Nice write.
Appreciate your comment. Thanks for reading.
No problem.
Some suffer terrible abuse, but stay just the same in a loveless marriage of misery. If only they could break from this prison cell. Topical write . It happens. Nicely narrated Kevin.
Yes It’s terrible. I did know someone like that , and eventually gave him the Elbow.
Thank you for Reading.
Will you be able to extract her (assuming she wants to be extracted by you)? Well I hope you are in enough of a favorable economic position to do it...
As a piece of partly realistic poetry your POV made for a shattering description of her situation.
Worthwhile read. Thanks.
The scenario in my Poem was all made up. Maybe she liked the Speaker herself.
Thanks for reading.
A touching and emotional piece around the horrific subject of abuse, i hope the outcome was eventually a good one, Well written
Glad you liked it. It’s not based on a True Story , just a Poem of someone who has a ‘Secret Love’ of an abused Woman.
As always: Thank you.
You are very welcome
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