Trapped and suffering....

This is a poem about a failed marriage after every effort no success.... how the wife feels trapped in this relationship..

 Hear me out my dear !.... as life is never fair  i am wounded but not lifeless

as yet, i seek out for you and your  love  which is all i have to live for 

i am blind towards your flaws as i am blindfolded in your love ..... never betray me,

life is cruel as it is and this is all i can take , your one wrong move towards me will

break me into a million pieces.... i am an open book to you read me from where ever

you want... i humbly accept i am not young and beautiful but i have a heart that beats for

you alone.....  nothing has to be said it is just my inner voice that i am not what other modern

butterflies are like but i also breathe, eat and sleep like others so what if i am less then them

i was a loner once but now i belong to you , i have made myself as you want to perceive me 

but still some ends are loose ...... i made you my Prince , i made you my world still i feel

i am far away from my destination wonder why?.....  you have a younger heart as compared

to mine so do not restrain yourself come lets talk heart to heart maybe then i might feel

better, me the Rapenzil !..... living in a tower so high  made by my Prince i wonder why?

i wait for my beloved to save me from the ocean within me but my wait goes in vain all day

i then wait for a miracle to take place, when my Prince does not arrive i moan all alone 

and rock myself to a deep slumber with tears to fall on my dry land of hope......

" Life is no ones mate"..... i repeat this to myself a thousand times in a day , wiping the

flowing blood from my soul ..... now i become brave by sowing my wounds night after 

night, day after day i suffer some in silence some in anger....................

 

Author's Note

Hi friends i am back as you can see please excuse the way the poem has been published with the image in the corner as i have forgotten how to publish properly.....

Reviews

[Jibey]

Well, never mind where the picture is, the main thing is that you are back and writing again. How elll you capture the stress and torment of a woman whose husband no longer appreciates what she gives... A painful read.

[wordman]

a beautiful letter to him,telling him your thoughts and wishes