I have tried to bring out the textures in my poetry. Domestic violence is a subject which I feel strongly about. Hope you like it.
Silence so deafening
The deep chasm
The rough edge,
Cuts deep.
Heart, fragile, bleeds
The soul, scraped bare
Stripped off its layers
Fallen in disgrace.
Once, the gentle whispers of love
Now, menacing and harsh
Once, the delicate touch of caress
Scalds my skin now.
The silken soft folds
Once reminiscence to our lovemaking
Now is a bed of thorns
Witness to forced coupling.
Once the tears of ecstasy
Now, with contempt blurs my vision
Is this the life I dreamt?
With love had pledged submission.
The pain radiates through beautiful expressions.
ReplyDeletedang this took a wicked turn...scalds my skin...from there it just gets dark and sad...ugh...but nicely penned...
ReplyDeleteOnce the tears of ecstasy
ReplyDeleteNow, with contempt blurs my vision
Is this the life I dreamt?
With love had pledged submission.
Here the jagged knife makes its brutal home. Strong close on a hard to write about topic.
lovely words...beautifully crafted lines!
ReplyDeleteThis is lovely and true as well....
ReplyDeleteHadnt I read the prologue, I would have taken it completely out of context ….
ReplyDeletePowerful lines…
but after all, we don’t get what dream to get in life ha?
Janu, your poetry is lovely and deep. I've always admired poets, their words take readers to so many secret places...
ReplyDeleteBeautiful.
Leah
Oh, Janu, the texture just screams pain. Your ability to express this amazes me. Gave me the chills. Thank you for sharing this. Victoria
ReplyDeleteA simply beautiful portrayal of love turned to pain. Thanks for sharing and visiting Depression Cookies. Glad to have found you!
ReplyDeleteThe message has been brought out forcefully in these beautiful lines.
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