Storm Within Poem by Lucifera Santez

We stand at the steps,
His hand is round my waist,
In gesture of ease, love
And feelings supple.

They see his outer polished self,
Not the gloomy feelings inside,
They smile and call him suppliant,
Not knowing the heinous psychopath he is.

We move in these high social circles,
For he is an important man,
World calls him my husband,
He does things to me, I am indignant.

My expensive makeup hides,
The blows and punches on my face,
The Armani wraps the whiplash marks,
Carved and fresh on my flesh.

I do everything he asks meekly,
Fearful that he might hit me,
For a mistake I don’t know,
A mistake, he can prove I have done
So and so and so.

He says,
Sometimes I am not smart enough,
Sometimes I am not savvy,
When I put a sassy mood,
He grills I am disgracing his prestige.

Layer by layer he has scraped,
My confidence and esteem,
I can’t pull it all back,
For he has made sure,
I have chipped courage.

He treats me like some pet,
Giving me prizes when I please him,
Sometimes its diamond necklace,
Sometimes its trip to Quanzhim.

And welts on my skin,
When I upset him.

I am tightly bound,
In the spidery net he has
Weaved from glamor and wealth.

Was I so naive to trust this man?
I thought him my prince when we first met,
Thinking he had come to sweep me off from my world,
To take me to his fairy land.

I judged him on his face,
By those handsome trustful eyes,
That bohemian look of him,
After long time now I realize,
It wasn’t love,
Only attraction was the case.

World thinks our marriage is ideal,
They call us lovebirds of century,
They don’t know what they are talking about,
They don’t know my misery.

The truth would shock them,
They would think it all lame,
But I only dream about it?
Can’t put it in action, can I?

I can’t break the shackles,
That binds me to him,
Telling me to go to law is easy,
But my husband has huge influence.

I look at sky,
It’s turning dark and inky
As it turns after every dusk,
After sometime dawn will approach,
Chasing the darkness away.


Sun will shine, it will scorch,
You would be out to enjoy,
I would be crying in any room,
Depending on his changing mood.

Night will prevail in my world,
No hint of sun to burn my fears,
No wind will whisk away my worries,
No rain would wash my tears.

It would just be darkness around,
I would bleed from pieces of my own dreams,
Wanting someone near me,
To comfort me, to cheer me,
To clear away my pain.

I wouldn’t dream,
I wouldn’t sleep,
I would chase my demons,
In dark every nights.