English poetry
One hand on my chest, trying to calm my heart beats which are so fast.
While with other shaking hand wiping this sweaty face.
Scared of that man, who is on his bail
Finds me all alone ones again.
While standing in front of me, he touched me with his disgusted eyes.
His loud voice -" I said you to be a good girl"
Made me fall on my knees, with teary eyes.
Room was dark, room was quiet,
Making me hear my heart beats with his footsteps coming near me.
I cry so hard while joining both my hand, Asking him to leave me,
Even asked to forgive me, for my mistake which I have never did.
His slap was hard, his grip on my hairs made me cry even harder.
Before he could slap me again,
I heard my mom "don't worry I'm here", while rubbing my back.
With this I open my eyes and realised it was a dream, it was a dream,
I know he is not here, he is getting his punishment for what he did.
Still I asked my mother to be even in my dreams.
Nightmare -
One hand on my chest, trying to calm my heart beats which are so fast.
While with other shaking hand wiping this sweaty face.
Scared of that man, who is on his bail
Finds me all alone ones again.
While standing in front of me, he touched me with his disgusted eyes.
His loud voice -" I said you to be a good girl"
Made me fall on my knees, with teary eyes.
Room was dark, room was quiet,
Making me hear my heart beats with his footsteps coming near me.
I cry so hard while joining both my hand, Asking him to leave me,
Even asked to forgive me, for my mistake which I have never did.
His slap was hard, his grip on my hairs made me cry even harder.
Before he could slap me again,
I heard my mom "don't worry I'm here", while rubbing my back.
With this I open my eyes and realised it was a dream, it was a dream,
I know he is not here, he is getting his punishment for what he did.
Still I asked my mother to be even in my dreams.
By - Amisha pareek
It's an english poem about how physical abuse can mentally torture someone, and can create a fear among them which results into a nightmare. It has beautiful ended with presence of mom. Whatever the situations maybe but mother is the biggest power one has. Hope you like this nightmare poetry.
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