Hurting

There is pain and sadness,
there are tears of fear and sorrow
in eyes of wondrous beauty.
Dark bruises lie heavy upon her.
From hammering fists,
from kicking, booted feet,
from words of bitter anger.

All she ever wanted
was to give her love
and to have his love in return.

She never asked for dresses.
She only pleaded for his kisses.
All she ever begged for
was a little kindness.
All she ever hungered for,
was a little tenderness.

But he is her lord and master
and he owns her life and body.
She is his punching bag,
a thing to slake his lust in.

Whatever her needing is,
whatever her desire.
whatever her wanting
is of no importance.
The only thing that ever matters
is the quenching of his anger,
the fulfilling of his cravings.

Soft beautiful skin is battered.
Soft beautiful skin is trampled on.
A tender heart is broken.
A tender soul is shattered.

There is no escaping
a pain she faces daily.
She waits for death to remove her
from this world of torture

There is pain and sadness,
there are tears of fear and sorrow
in eyes of wondrous beauty.
Bruises lie heavy upon her,
from hammering fists,
from kicking, booted feet,
from words of bitter anger.

Look within yourself.
Look beyond your darkened window.
Look for the candle glow,
the flickering flame of freedom.

Walk away from hurting.
Look within yourself,
there you will find the courage.
You will no longer heed his pleading.
You will never more give in,
to his cruel and savage needing.

 

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