His Victory Was Her Defeat

Sadness, pain, anguih

 

 

She had just turned around to face him,

life of lies,

life of sin,

her mouth open to voice her suspicions,

but she felt the intermissions,

her mind’s eye filling with fear,

she couldn’t confront him,

she wouldn’t dare.

He was abusive as he did what he pleased,

her life was difficult,

his was a breeze,

his dark intense gaze,

controlled her,

and brought her down to a new phase,

depression settled in,

it was always all about him,

she would always consume his fire,

take his heat,

and his victory was her defeat.

Reviews

[FlaLover]

I felt as if you wrote about me...as a victim of an abusive relationship my road to becoming me again has been difficult. Merely leaving the abuser doesn't magically undo all of the emotional, spiritual, and psychological trauma.
I hope the person you wrote about is out of the relationship and healing.
Profound work!

[cigale]

Wow, very good poem!

This piece flowed quite nicely and I was drawn into the intensity of the dynamics of their relationship.

You did a wonderful of job of creating clear images of each of the people in this poem.

I look forward to reading more from you!

[Shards]

Intense subject matter expertly written
vivid and clear
the piece takes you right in and makes you feel something
not an easy feat imo
sincerely well done!