YOUR WIFE IS NOT YOUR SLAVE
By: Lee A. Zito
Late at night I wake up terrified
of the darkness the absolute silence
It makes me wish I could have stayed asleep
Safe and sound in my utter subconscious
The sun comes out and Im still alive
gotta live this life as someone else's wife
Married to my jailors, Married to my hell
Im locked and kept away in this desolate cell
I was a person, I was a girl
I had a future, a happy disposition
what am I now? Who is this face?
I guess I'll never know cause now its too late
I'm a captive
Held in bondage
enslaved to follow their demands
I'm a captive
Held and confined
enslaved at the mercy of their hands
What was my bride price? Real cheap.
I meant to sow and now theres nothing here to reap
The house, the kids, his suit and tie
This is how it is until the day I die
Am I the guilty one? No one knows
"I do" were the words that sealed my fate
Mistakes theyre all around
yelling in my ear, yelling in my ear
I'm a captive
Held in bondage
enslaved to follow their demands
I'm a captive
Held and confined
enslaved at the mercy of their hands
Nice poem, well done
i like the first person view, gives a more effect, like if its coming from the actually person, good job.
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