Poem for a Victim Woman
Your life with him was a real horrendous
prolongation of a sad wishful thinking
waiting to spew out his whole stupendous
spiral of love, and much more, waiting
to carve his icy bloody memory on some
wave-washed wet shores of your mind. All
had transpired as a sad part of this numb
reality has truly died. That invisible wall
between you both had been merely built of
hip-thrusts, until finally, you awoke alone
as after a horrid dream instead of love.
With a bloodshot eye and a fatigued bone,
You understood your anxieties and confusions.
The wind of change waved down your moldy
dreams. You lost your hope, being under delusions,
even you could survive as well as a golden oldie.
You've been told that nothing good may happen
after a crude awakening in your deep life abyss.
His sense of life meant only power and rapine,
And reality still contorts and deforms your bliss.
''What could have been'' remains a never ending
effort to be yourself again. You still hope to survive
within your lackluster woman structure, pretending
that your unique dream of pure love is still alive.
poem by Marieta Maglas
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