Agony

- Monoshwita Medhi

Pic for Representation purpose

Truth be told I saw it coming,

when you turned your face away.

Jealousy ruins a living craved from love,

I'll admit for honesty's sake.

As we reached our home, tired and worn

I had no fight left in me.

But soon you spoke venom spewing,

I began preparing my plea.

So you start again, shouts and screams;

One hit then miss, a sorry tale.

A price I pay for having my way,

Violence has become a world I brave.

Will I have some peace of mind,

When will I have the time of my life?

Will I be free from the chains that bind,

Or is my fate just to be someone's wife?