Walking down the aisle
unflawed
As far as the eye could tell
Smiling
Sorrow rolling down her cheeks
wretchedly mistaken
as joy
Underneath her dress
Lay blotches of hurt
Baffling bruises
given to her
Instead of
her promise of happiness
She had no choice
But to believe
belief turned into hope
hope turned into begging
begging turned into bittersweet regret
she remembers that place
where her feelings
weren’t a displeasure
she screams
hoping, wishing, desperate
for someone
anyone
to look up
and take her
somewhere
anywhere
away from that home she built
away from what she had no control over
away from that alter where her mistake stood waiting for her
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem