Closing her eyes and sucking it all in,
she surrenders every night to his painful ways.
As he moans and screams in pleasure
squeezing and tearing her flesh apart,
she lies there, devoid of life.
She wonders,
‘It is not a bed of roses,
Neither is he the man I loved
Nor is this what I deserve.
It does not make my heart beat faster,
It is not cute or blind
It doesn’t steal my heart nor does it make me smile.
And then they say, This is Love!
Written for NaPoWriMo– an attempt to write 30 poems in 30 days
Today is Day 1 of the Poetry Marathon and the optional prompt is Negation. i.e. if you chose a whale as the topic of your poem, you might have lines like “It does not settle down in trees at night, cooing/Nor will it fit in your hand.”
It’s nice, Shalzz. 🙂 Almost feels like the story of a sex worker. Being pleasured but without love. Just lust.
Thanks, Vinay 🙂
The reality of many an ordinary and happy looking marriage. I love the way the poem flows down culminating in the last line.
Thanks, Yamini! Means a lot, coming from you 🙂
Very tragic and moving. Nicely done.
Thank you, Laurel! Thanks for dropping by. Let’s rock the NaPoWriMo 😀
Woah! Wonder what made her suffer in silence :O
🙂 I wonder too!
Oh, that was a bit sad to read … Kind of wish she gets out of it… Very well written:-)
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A fab read and very moving.
Thanks, Dannii. Welcome to my space 🙂
Reality for many and this is so common.
Thanks for dropping by, Janaki. Means a lot! 🙂
Sad reality but so beautifully written!
Thanks a lot! 🙂
Kind of antithetical imagery here. A bit dark and sad, but beautifully expressed.
Arlee Bird
A to Z Challenge Co-host
Tossing It Out
Thank you. Means a lot, coming from you 🙂 Welcome to my space.
Wow, sounds a little more like rape to me. A sad reality.
Yes, Kathy! Sad! Thanks for dropping by. Keep visiting 🙂
I liked the realistic approach! Yes very often, love doesn’t feel as it is made out to be..
True that 🙂 Thanks for dropping by!!
Lots of emotion and I felt for the poor woman in this poem. Very sad and yet probably happening more than we realize.
Beautifully expressed the harsh realities of a bad marriage. It is sort of ironic.
Love the crescando of your voice rising up with the line Shalini. Call this marital rape or a compromised marriage.. but the fact is that is happens. What is the solution? I don’t think anyone has come up with an idea yet.