A Being Abused Poem by Gerry Legister

Demeaning words go deep to hide a person from view
A being abused, locked away in a jarring prison,
dwell as a frozen recluse in basins of less value,
wishing the nightmare would go into oblivion.

Poison waters of broken tears turning into real
streams and ocean of fears running into a river,
burning the churning waste on a moving wheel
drive the weakling soul deeper into a dark mire.

The abuser in rooms of gloom sharing swollen faces,
a vivid blur of faltered tongue trembled and shake,
Keen to hide secretly the anxious emotional traces,
moans beguile the revenge that convictions make.

Pride holds the abused a nobler prisoner in chains,
by ransoming illicit favors outbreaks become a slave,
Towards the abuse, controlling intermittent pains
Intensity makes individuals feel that life is grave.

Darkness of night walks tight on borrowed fences
Raging war of words colors the extreme atmosphere,
Severely evoke wounds for attempt of daring defense,
but barriers of hurt row hard towards the safe shore.

From profound courage in engaging waves unabated,
crying out seemingly in bitter groans by each blow
without choices, the violence is wild and aggravated,
tattooed dated, marks imprinted by the infernal glow.

Freedom finds a way aspire with desire great girdle,
rolling the tide to wipe declining tears of lament,
Then mending mind mingled in pain jump each hurdle,
truth beams rays of light exposing the cruel torment.

On the road to recovery, tinkling dreams take time,
laden with guilt and the interwoven weight of futility,
mental afflictions move on into memories combine
the realms of hopes, opens new doors into all eternity.