FRAGILE
Vacant eyes stare across the room unblinking
Arms wrapped around legs pulled tight to her chest
Rocking, rocking, rocking…incessant rocking
A faint moan rises up to mingle with the silence
She sits hidden from view behind the chair
It’s the only fortress she could find
She’s ill prepared to battle the demon
The one to which she’s married
Trapped within herself she feels no pain
She hears not the vile names she’s called
Nor does she feel the fists that pommel her
Her fragile skin bears the marks of many attacks
Screams of pain were of no use against her tormenter
It’s as if it were music to his ears
He bore that evil grin like a badge of honor
Dare me…Beg me…Plead all you want
Give him more reasons to beat her down again
That’s when the silence falls within her
He can’t fight against a stone
That is what she is
A stone
that
Rocks…rocks…rocks…
Dee
©November 2007
A sad reflection on society...
Be safe,
Karen
Love Tinka
a sad and yet realistic poem...
Art Sun...
How one person can do that to another
I think all abusive people should be put on an island and let them abuse eachother
Ron
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :(
Painful to read...she might want to be a rock, but rocks don't have hearts that bleed with each fist or hurtful word...excellent.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours--