A poem based on being a victim of domestic violence and just wanting to scream in silence
My head is bowed in silence,
Eyes burn directly to the floor.
I hurry past the people,
Don’t want to be visible anymore.
The door, it closes behind me,
Slams into the face of silence.
A prison I can’t escape from,
A sanctum of pure violence.
The bedroom that I cherished,
Where I dreamt the purest dreams,
Now the only echoes heard
Are the violent thumps and screams.
My head is bowed for a reason;
It’s not that I’m ashamed,
More to hide the marks and the bruises,
My only face is maimed.
People say, “Just leave,”
Yet it’s easier said than done.
For love is an addiction,
It’s like relying on the sun.
Escape is not that easy;
I guess maybe it will come in time.
For now, I sit in silence,
A witness to this crime.
