Loves the jailor, Hearts the cell

Sometimes we find ourselves prisoners of more than their love

Your love's my jailor, your heart my cell,
you tortured me and gave me Hell.
Heaven was promised but never seen,
though true to your word I was your Queen.
For was I not your poor Katherine of Aragon,
and how I died for you My Edward viii the bloodied one.
You gave me flowers in form of a wreath
and all your kisses came with teeth.
Your fists...your feet you gave freely,
when er' I asked did you love me.
So now at least the truth is known,
as your real face so often shown.
Not in public oh never so bold,
but when alone my blood ran cold.
In black and blue was I adorned,
oh why was I not better warned.
That pleasant smile and open charm,
can lead ones heart to bear such harm.
So let my heart by pardon freed,
leave you alone



....................alone in deed.

Author's Note

This is part self biographical as I too suffered abuse at a drunken spouses hands, not only women fear the dark.

Done on mobile will add punctuation later

Reviews

[Sarah]

very powerfull and very emotional but a lovely poem. good work

Wooow, this is an explosive nuclear bomb lovely write. Captivated with diplomacy and words as cages arround, each reader will try to open them, but do they have the right key? Excellent piece of the perfect confusion. Love this kind of poetry.

[J Todd Underhill]

Having suffered abuse at the hands of what was to be my wife, I was lucky she showed her true colors before my vows were said, I can say this is a very empowering write indeed. I don't speak of it much, but I feel as if you have spoken for me. I also got lucky and hit the marriage lottery when I finally said my vows to my best friend!

[November Gold]

Holy sh*t.......powerful emotion and perfectly expressed!

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the message is a powerful one and one that doesn't get enough air time..again handled with a crafted touch..well done..and noone deserves to be abused man or woman