The decade has been waisted
Times cruel touch grasp heavily,
sure to crush the will to live
Today, there’s no sense to make,
as pain poisons all logic
Brutal are the hands that wound,
and violently kills love
Damaged, broken, the brides mocked
a whore labeled unworthy
Children question the why’s
without answers presented
Assumptions deem her useless
disposable, deserving
Hands meant to protect, heal, love
merely offend with a strike
Uncaring notions at best
concerning a lifelong vow
Vows meant nothing from cold lips
emotionless, without care
Sacrificed everything
for nothing but selfish gains
Taking down everyone
without consideration
While labeling the bride, whore
a beaten down, foul, whore
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Raw and powerful poem… Interesting counterpoints… at the end, vows didn´t mean so much.
You have portrayed a sad reality that many women must overcome… Luckily, resilience is such a powerful force… Sending all my best wishes!
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