it’s turning dark again
Wish could retrieve time
Night has began to be my worst fear ever
Wish it was this bad dreams I have,
But No!
It’s him, it’s him
Already know his accent, down the passage to my nostrils
His atrocity look getting under my skin, wish could wipe his smile with hot clap
Begging him to stop what he was doing to me,
Was waste of time
As everytime my request would fall in deaf ears
The prayers I used to pray,
Turned out to be curse out of my mouth
Could hear his footsteps coming like a drum being played
As fear starting to hover in me
Tears making their way out,as he opens the door
Well am more like his slave this days
Screaming, fighting it’s just waste of energy
He has more power over me
I could feel his lustful breath over my skin
I stayed numb till he feeds his own lust
Wish it was a dream as it kept repeating day by day
He enjoyed it ,while scattering my soul
Had no power to run away from him
My so called husband