Love (Living With Abusive Husband) Poem by U Win Kyi

I was married to a rich man.
I thought my life would be like in heaven.
I was living in a house so grand,
riding the car with a famous brand,
eating the exotic food,
spending the money on expensive goods.
Materially I seemed to have a good luck.
Romantically I was totally bankrupt.
Everybody thought he was Mr Right,
but in my heart it was a void.
My friends thought our marriage was completely blessed.
But actually it was full of mess.
My neigbours envied my life.
But my heart felt like cutting into slices.
People in town thought I was a winner,
but I knew I was a painful loser.

My husband was a control freak,
almost causing me a nervous-break,
many nights without sleep, .
For psychiatrist consultation I had to seek.
He beat me black and blue.
Lowering my self-esteem for which I had nothing I could do.
Mentally and verbally I was abused,
by my husband who had a short fuse.
I left him before he took away my last breath,
because he was a dangerous psychopath.