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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required For The Love Of Poetry Contest Sponsor: John Lawless The shadows beneath the stairs is what I believed to be my hell. There I was, countless nights, too injured to show my true face. If only I had been loved instead of being damaged. I sat there. I cried there. I mourned there. I died there. Lost in maltreatment I thought I could survive that last time. Broken and made imperfect from his morose doom. How could he think he would get away with ending his wife’s life? I was born innocent and I died dirty. Filthy essence of guilt and fear. I dreaded when the work day was over. I dreaded making the kids hide in the corner. Now my sweet children are suffering without a nurturing mother to comfort them the way they need and deserve. Oh, the revile that scorched me morning after morning and night after night. I was ashamed while he was proud…. I was repentant while he was around… Disconnected a connection for the pleasure of my pain. Here I am, above the clouds overseeing the actions of a monster who decimated his supposed soul mate. My blood was shed while he stood there haughty and content with the outcome. I thought I loved him like roses, and needed him like breath. He hated me like like an inferno and he needed me like pleasurable torment. If only I could’ve seen the truth behind the destruction maybe I would’ve survived this tragedy. But no matter what I am protected now. My children are safe now that he is behind bars, deserving the punishment of the consequences of his immoral wrong doings. The shadows beneath the stairs is what I believed to be my hell. I sat there. I cried there. I mourned there. I died there. Date Written: April 6, 2016
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