I thought I was imagining things that night
I thought I was imagining those sounds
Those sounds of beating
I thought it was just my head playing games
But what I did not know was it was there
Right there those sounds of beating came from behind that very door
But today I saw it all
He with anger all over his face and fetches a belt
He trying to beat me but she trying to defend her does the wrong move
I see him trying to beat her with that belt that was meant for me
Me standing to witness this
Hot tears rolling down my red cheeks
Never had I thought he would do this
But he has shown me the kind of beast he is
Me praying to the lord to keep her strong
As I saw those tears roll down her cheeks my heart burned with anger
Never had I thought it would happen in my house
Little one screaming for her safety
Me, well there was nothing I could do but stand.
He with anger all over his face and fetches a belt He trying to beat me but she trying to defend her does the wrong move I see him trying to beat her with that belt that was meant for me.... beast in his real form appeared...... thank u deare poetess for this poem....... tony
So sad.... This world is of no use for me.... But you keep courage...10 Naila
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well thought out poem. You vividly describe the ugly nature of physical abuse with clarity of thought and mind. Thanks for sharing Alphosina.