You lurk my every move.
You belittle my existence .
You cease my rights as a woman.
Your reluctance is drowning me deep.
My suspicions thickens my path of composure .
I try to abstain your haunting thoughts.
Someone please help me, I know you hear me.
I’m ambushed by the gloomy fog imprinting their mark in my heart.
I run to the shaded moss and your actions corrupt me.
Your foul thoughts haunts my transparency.
I run through the shady swamp.
I feel hopeless, why do I let you hurt me?
I embark on my feet and face your thoughts.
I break free as the moonlight shined on my dim aurora.
Can you find me?
Triana, breaking free after enduring such intense emotional abuse must be traumatizing as it is a relief. The only question left to truly ask is, do you wish to be found? Great poem and buildup of action and emotion!