Behind Closed Doors

I am tired
I am weak
I am fragile

I sit in the corner
My weary head rests on bent bruised knees
The dark and musty room reflects how I feel inside
My bloodstained clothes are torn
I sob into my dress
As I sit
Behind closed doors

Salty tears sting my face
Pain sears through me
I tremble with fear
It hurts
I am critically wounded
I am not good enough
Hopeless and useless he mocks
I made him do this
It is my fault
My drained body and hands shake
I want to sleep

The door slams
Has he gone?
I can’t take any more
My battered body lays still
In the dark stale corner
Silence... glorious silence
He is gone

No more shouting, slapping and kicking
No more clenched fists forcefully contacting my face
Swollen and sore, I cry and scream
He gags my mouth with his fist
My jaw cracks
Pain surges through me
He doesn’t care
An uncontrollable rage, a furnace within himself 
Angry eyes, empty, dark & dangerous.
Evil.

I want to move
My broken bones prevent
My frail shattered body screams in agony
Tortured, crimson blood pours from my wounds
My tattered clothes
Covered in the sticky red substance
My battered, bruised and damaged body 
All tell my story
Of suffering 
Of domestic abuse
Exposing me as a victim
Of what goes on behind closed doors

I lay down, too tired to sit
I feel my life draining from me
I close my eyes
I need to sleep

I am weak
I am tired
I am fragile
I am not scared any more
As my life ebbs away
I am happy to leave
Do not cry for me 
I suffer no more

The angels have come to rescue me
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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August 13, 2015 at 6:26 PM
Sarah, your first poem on the soup is amazing, WELCOME to poetry soup. I hope you have fun with this wonderful community. You'll find many friendly poets who are ready to support and give positive feedback. I will enjoy following you and your poetry when you are ready :) We are Lucky To Have you. Enjoy Poetry Soup:) Your New Poet Friend @-> LINDA <-@
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August 15, 2015 at 2:03 AM
Thank you so much Linda, it is lovely to have so much support :) I'm glad you like my poem :) I seem to be writing non stop at the moment and it is nice to get such positive feedback. My poetry is a bit too close to home for my family so they are not very supportive! I intend to put the most popular into a book but i'm not sure it's good enough. I will keep at it and hopefully make my dream come true and become a published author!
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August 13, 2015 at 1:37 PM
Sarah, Welcome to Poetry Soup. It will be a delight to read and become familiar with your poems in the future. As for now, I will greet you with the same smile others passed when I first joined the soup. Wishing you and your poetry the best. I hope you get to meet all the nice poets around here STARTING with me- SKAT :-) Please drop a hello and tell me a little about yourself if you wish. I would like to be your newest poetry soup "FRIEND" Hugs* SKAT
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August 15, 2015 at 1:58 AM
Thank you SKAT A, you sound like a very happy and cheerful person! I am new to poetry although i wrote poetry when i was at school. The reason i stopped was because i wrote a poem that won a competition, but no one questioned why i wrote it and it was about abuse, which i will post on here later, but because no one read between the lines i stopped writing poetry. I have recently started again and am enjoying it :) I have had great feedback from other sites but it seems on this site i have had 50+ people read some of my poems but didn't comment..does that mean they don't like it? There is much information on this site, which i need as i haven't got a clue what style poetry i'm writing! I always class it free verse!
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