The poem below has nothing to do with me, I watched something today and it was related to submissive women and women who have to undergo a lot in their life !
I was so touched by their condition that I couldn't help but let these thoughts evade me and thought of writing an article but ended up with a poem. Don't know whether I'm doing justice or not, hopefully I am.
Sleep is a thing of past,
As love and longing has quelled my heart,
I was in distress and my soul squeaked,
For once please set me free.
Slowly days turn into night,
Yet euphoria is hard to find,
And my soul languishes in love,
Murmuring, just one more time.
Searching from door to door,
I realize I’m trapped inside,
Where factual is also a façade,
As life has turned into a haze.
I try to set myself free,
But end up molding myself to thee,
As quiescence and innocence is no longer there,
And sham has made its place there.
Starring at the seamless black sky,
Escapes nothing but a sigh,
And tears roll down my cheek,
As I realize I have a long journey to complete.