Burying Poem by Diksha Gupta

Every time, I search for solitude
I get loneliness.
I try to convince myself
You do not exist for me;
But, is it possible in a 100 square feet room?
With one double bed
And a two year old girl.
Who is born from my flesh and blood
And your filthy sperm.
How can I hold myself straight In the crowd!
While you are crushing me again and again
You hit me on my face
The same face; you are in love with
Intensely, a week before
Who knows, next time
You'd tear my clothes
And rape me in our room,
Or allow others to rape me
In the public.
I don't know.
My belief in God has shaken,
My trust on you has blown
So I am trying to bury myself
So I am trying to bury myself.