In the dim corners of an archaic repository
Guarded by shadows and subdued mystery
A nerve cracking tale of emotional misery
A chronicle of unspoken, untold history

The brutal lash of a leather belt
The screams, the echoes, the relentless assaults felt
The horrifying scars, the unbearable welt
Withers my soul, seeing a mother being forcibly knelt

The haunting cries beneath the moon’s cold gaze
A child’s fragile heart, encountering frightened days
The tormenting intuition, the intolerable helplessness
Depicting this insensitive world, how time and tide frays

The hypocrite neighbours with malicious intention
Their hollow candour, veiling a double faced complexion
The depraved society, lost in its superficial attention
The child, gasping for emotional care on the ventilators of affection

The backbiting relatives, feeding on unbidden hospitality
Once in a blue moon, do they emerge in adverse practicality
The mother crying her heart out, even in such criticality
Traumatised, by the unforgivingness of such harsh reality

The translucent mask, leading to intensifying mistreat
Ignorance, structuring a highway of unimaginable deceit
Betrayal, the shift, from friendship to cheat
Mental burnout, draining the child to inevitable defeat

Tribulation getting culminated with every dart
Still the mother, protecting her child with a brave heart
Believing that someday, there will be a cheerful start
Today, that kid stands in front of you, portraying this beautiful art

Searching for an ear,
Just one.
It's a quest for acceptance,
Or maybe the solace gun.
Hand it over,
Prepare to run.

I showed you my fractures,
You mapped my vulnerabilities
And instead of healing hands,
You chose to weaken me.

You fed on my collapse
Like a demon drinking pain,
Reading my fears like a scripture,
Playing god with my ruins.

I tried to be your fortress
While you dismantled my walls,
Brick by savage brick,
Until only dust remained.

Now in this hollow aftermath,
You twist the narrative;
I was too distant, too broken.
I became the architect of my fall.

You'll weave your golden lies,
The world will nod and believe.
But these silent scars speak the truth,
As you left a wreckage deep within.

©️Lizzie Bevis

eyes as dark as midnight;
staring ahead, soulless.
unravelling a puzzling sight,
sparkless.

but those eyes
were the pair that made me vulnerable
as the walls around me say their byes;
emotions crashing down on me, unbearable.

salty water making my eyes moist
as I peered at those eyes;
clearing out the foggy mist,
diminishing the lies.

my heart cracking,
my sadness spiking.
and i thought to myself,
such mesmerizing eyes.