Carol Mitra Poet Free verse

I Can'T Breathe

The first blow came across the face
I could not speak  I can’t breathe
The second blow came across my ear
I could not hear  I can’t breathe
The third blow came and my hand was broken
I could not touch  I can’t breathe
The fourth blow came in my ribs
I could not bend  I can’t breathe
The fifth blow came in my stomach
I lost my baby  I can’t breathe
The sixth blow came when I was kicked out of the door
I lost my will  I can’t breathe
The seventh blow came when I was sent back
My spirit was broken  I can’t breathe
I can’t breathe  please help me I can’t breathe.

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John Watt June 15, 2020 at 11:23 PM Carol, so poignant how your recount blow by blow, wound by wound, how these injustices occur. May more and more ears hear this messages and more and more hearts change for the good. Blessings ~ John Carol Mitra June 16, 2020 at 2:25 AM Thank you so much, I think domestic violance is a serious issue....my voice can highlight the issue but can't takeaway the pain.

Richard Lamoureux June 14, 2020 at 11:30 AM Disturbing because for many this is their reality. Thanks for adding your voice and entering my contest. Congrats and blessings. Carol Mitra June 14, 2020 at 10:08 PM Yes this is reality that many face especially in this lockdown situation I have highlighted and added my voice.Thank you for acknowledging. Much appreaciated.