Domestic Violence- A Truth Poem by abhilasha bhatt

Darkness in the soul
Lots of wounds
And remaining scars
Of older lesions
Still haunts me
At night
Sometimes in dreams
Most of the time
In real
Weary smile all the time
I have
A fake smile for fake world
To hide the secret of his real face
He use to beat me
Every night
Sometimes from hand
Many times from his belt
Which he use to wear
To showcase himself as gentleman
I use to creep all the time
In front of him
To forgive me
To let me go
From his house
Yes from his house not mine
But such a stone hearted he is
He start stabbing me
With the increased force
Tear outs my clothes
Insanely he behaves
I have never imagined
He would be like this
Or he is like this in real
All the other time he use to pretend
What he is really not
So much anguish in my eyes
Torment in my part
Every breath is choking
I want to go from his house
By stealth
Without letting him know
Neither he would have kill me
Last month he kicked me
And stabbed me
I had a miscarriage then
Now you broke my left elbow bone
And a big scratch on right side of my forehead
When you pushed me hard from the back
And I stricken by the corner of the table
Where your glass of bear was lying
With ashes on tray of your cigars
Which you have dipped on the fingers and palms
You showed me the worst moments of seven years