I sit in the room quaking with fear, as my beloved roar at me like a lion..............,
he open his mouth and venomous words spew out like a snake, backed in a corner hissing and spewing fort its poison at its prey.
For i am my beloved prey and he hunt me down, like every hunter hunts their prey. I am nothing but a good game to him,for i am Not important t him. he doesn't respect me or my wishes.
I am just an annoying little Bug to him and he very much enjoy crushing me down at every given opportunity.
My beloved has now become my tormentor, who torments me both emotionally and physically. He ransacked my heart, leaving nothing but hurts, wounds and scars so deep.I am scarred for life and i buried this pain deep within my heart.
Hoping that the saying that time heals all wounds is true and will heal my wounds and i'll be Made whole once again, and i'll feel alive.
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MYRIAD OF EMOTIONS
PoetryThis is me trying to write a poem about a woman who Fell in love with a man she thought reciprocate her feelings, and her love cause her heartache.
