A Thousand Years – #poetry #domestic #abuse

Night Owl Poetry - Dorinda Duclos


She cries the tears
Of a thousand years
Unbeknownst,
To those around her.
Held in her heart,
Yet so far apart
Only anguish and sorrow
Surround her.

She can still feel the pain,
And then once again
It disappears,
As if it never happened.
But it returns soon enough,
And though she is tough,
Her heart remains
Broken and blackened.

Afraid of the day,
He comes back her way
She hides,
Where no one can find her.
Deep inside her own shell,
Sheโ€™s living in hell,
And heโ€™ll not be afraid
To remind her.

For once, they had loved,
Til he pushed and he shoved,
She could no longer
Keep it secluded.
The scars she now bore,
Her own personal war,
A soul stripped of life
And denuded.

ยฉ2019 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Image by ArtTower from Pixabay

View original post

2 thoughts on “A Thousand Years – #poetry #domestic #abuse

Comments are closed.