Hidden Hurt
Awake in my bedroom, rigid with fear
The man I call lover is coming so near
No sweet gentle touch is waiting for me
But the vile look of anger is all i can see.
What did I do wrong? Screams loud in my head
Was it something I did or something I said?
The blood pulses hotly inside my ears
The sweat rises sharply alerting my fears
I smile at him calmly though it's all a front
He twists up my face and I feel the first thump.
The fists keep on coming again and again
I beg to myself to keep strong, feel no pain
But the pain overtakes, my head is just spinning
He's kicking and biting no end no beginning
A knife he gets out and holds up to my throat
And then I drift out taken away in a boat
to a beautiful place in my in my dreams I presume,
I'm no longer there in that terrible room.
A part of my mind has saved me for now
I don't know the reason, I can't tell you how
While my body was going through torturous hell
My heart and soul were kept safe and well
The beating has stopped and he looks at me crying
I say it's alright but we both know I'm lying
He says that he's sorry, that I made him do it
My eyes dead and hollow I just agree to it
Too weak to object, self respect in the dirt
Just grin and bear it
My deep hidden hurt.
Copyright © Maddie Wicks | Year Posted 2017
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