Ensnared by three knots
Abused and what not
Paraded as a slave
In submission I lay
Self-respect you flayed
Doubt corrodes my flesh
Mad, I should be deemed
Great it all seemed
Longed for a kind embrace
Only an iron hand remains
Demanding implicit obedience
Fuelled by subservience
Wreathed with
Lies, nuanced and decorated
Broken promises boundless
At a loss of words to say
I should walk out some day
When I tried leaving
You threatened to kill yourself
You used our child as a pawn
You fell to the ground
Hands on your chest
Was I too naïve to realise
I am part of this sick game?
Why do I do this again?
Because I have so much at stake
Knitting layers
of treacherous nightmare
Spinning cobwebs
of psychological warfare
Your meticulous art beats a matryoshka doll
Deceiving strokes converge like a kaleidoscope
No one believes me
The world thinks you are a saint
Every time you fight
You dupe me with sleight
Yet again I succumb
And let you entrap me
Loser I am
For believing you will change
This shameful person I have become
Makes me feel loathsome
I have lost my identity, rendered mute
Hoping one day I would be understood
You did make my life colourful
With bruises, beatings, black and blue
My daily constant being crimson hue
It adorns me generously
Paints me with disgust
For I too, was once loved
As you brew whirlpools of despair,
I plunge deeper into this hellish affair
I am trapped in a cage
To which I hold the key
I beg my malfunctional mind
To set me free