Painful, Somber, and Sad

As I touch my side and see the contusion

I begin to softly whimper

And reflect on all of the punches and slaps

That my true love has just rendered

Why does he reassure me

That he abuses me out of love

I wish we go back to the first years

When his love use to have a gentle touch

As I gaze into a bathroom mirror

Eyeing the marks of what he calls passion

I am stunned at the blue and black mural

Created on my face, circular around my dark lashes

I see a woman coping with

Years of constant pain

Who has put up with being called fatty & slut

And other horrid things out of her name

I try to disguise the noticeable scars

And the incisions of my dreadful life

Behind tinted shades and large hats

So that no one will see my pains, anguish, and strife

My mind tells me that I should go

And leave this abusive man today

But my heart informs me that I simply

Can’t make it without him for a single day

It seems as if whenever I’m right

In his eyes I am always wrong

Why I even stay, and never leave him

Has replayed frequently in my mind for so long

For the past couple of years, A dim gloomy cloud has

Covered the blissfulness that I once had

But until that day the sun shines again

My life will remain painful somber and sad