Here we are on Day 5, what shall I blog about today? The bad side of love. It is not love really it is an addiction. The woman in my poem ( a revamp of one I wrote four years ago) is married to a bully, womanising control freak , she does not realise she is the strong one I appeal to her because of love for her to have courage and brake the Hidden Chains.
What do you see lady in blue,
Those watchful eyes what do they view,
Why so tight lipped are you.
I can see you are stressed just look at you,
Leaning forward your hands are tense
Your whole demeanour cries self defence.
Such a lovely dress but something is wrong
Why not short sleeves and with your legs it is way too long.
Your husband is at the bar
You sit and watch him from afar.
He likes a shapely young body a weakness for a pretty face
He is not worried if you see. Such a shit he is a disgrace.
You should not worry , you should not care,
You still have your girlish figure and your flame red hair,
Your eyes are still that glorious blue
You have hardly changed since he married you.
It is sad his words have worn you down ,
He has taken your smile and stretched it into a frown.
He has pointed out your flaws too often and criticized you so much
His shouted put downs have not been forgotten you cringe at his touch.
Every time he pushes you too far
He buys you a pretty trinket like your amber necklace or a car.
He thinks if he showers you with gifts you will forget the scars.
Take some strength girl don’t keep caving in .You are the stronger one, you have strength of character. Much more than him, truth be known he has none. He is just a show off and a bully, he is a coward inside. What kind of man is it that feels big when he makes you cry.He is the one who would fall apart if you left so please lady in the blue dress find smile don’t look so bereaved.