Broken Poem by Malikah Awan

Control
is what I did not have.
Vulnerability
took away my agility.
As I stood still,
whilst you looked ready to kill.

You ignored my moans,
And broke my bones.
I may not have looked broken
But I was inside;
felt as though I had died.
Yet I found no peace in this new found death.

As, though, no physical injuries remained,
It was there patched in my brain,
forever in my mind,
When you did something far from kind.
When you did what you did,
something I can never forgive.

I will forever be broken,
as you have never spoken
of what sick thoughts went through your mind
when you did what you did.
How I wish I could shove all these thoughts and emotions in a jar
And close the lid.

What justified this horrendous act
that's worse than having your head cut in half
with an axe?
But you say nothing,
no remorse
for my internal corpse.

So I was broken...

I am still broken...

Always broken!