In her steamy neglected darkness, a passion buried in her bottomless pit
to have what others have, with life being the paradox of the soul
he has forsaken her, and the God given right to live with the temptation
to love. She lost her soul when his words fell to earth with no name to be named.
A walk down the lonely path for one, as she wants to escape her life.
She walks under the stars pulling her veil over her head, trying to grasp hold of a vehement hunger and to give her yearning as he bashed her with words of hate, devious that she has no discerning.
With the lowest of whispers, she cried why, why, why???
She dreams of hope in this strange new world, of a promise he had made unto her, remembering the lies, the promise of love and adventure and promises of a life together when he gave her nothing but abuse..
As the hours, months and years went by, she quit trying and realized she didn't want to die.
So she ran....
Ran with fear.....
Debbie Brooks 2014
Dedicated to all the women out there that are fearful for their lives.