At day, smiling
At night, pillows wet;
soaked in tears
All is well;
I say
Deep down there;
in the well;
A well of darkness
Molested and beaten;
by a beast;
whom i call my hubby
me? A punching bag;
asking myself
Stuck in the pit;
A pit of violence
My voices not heard;
Lips zipped
God help me!
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Author:
D\'Poetic Princess (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 10th, 2025 12:59
- Comment from author about the poem: Domestic violence
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
A haunting and sad poem about the darkness and loneliness felt by abuse victims, which happens all to often behind those shiny doors, powerful write
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