Twisted Poem by N.O AMBETSA

Twisted



I stand here in bewilderment
torching my way out from life that had me in extreme torture
the tides of love turning out to be so sophisticated pasturing the beast in me
Awakening memories so fresh and vivid
My scars tickling and my stature timid
A constant reminder of what I was 'Tyson`s wife'
He promised me heaven and in him I saw life
Went down on one knee and put me a ring
In it I got blows so hefty, I took it as a bling
Dragged me on the wet floor and let me sleep in the cold
Belted up my protruding abdomen highlighting my ugliness
Starving me his care claiming he is not the dad
If life has to be a better place to live then I should have my own realm
I lost them
the reality of being a mother of twins turning out to be a dream
the cruelty of not even leaving one as a souvenir had reached its brim
I`ll cry a river form even in a desert a stream

Thursday, November 3, 2016
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