A ring she dreamt; a crown of thorns she got
She loves so hard, yet still he spares her not
Her once full heart, he's tried his best to drain
Her mind hurts too; gaslighting fuels the pain
Romance she sought, not martyrdom for love
Punchbag she feels; cruel word-fists hit, ungloved
Trauma spits; injects… insidious doubt
From toxic seeds, her flashback roses sprout
Her fragile frame, reflects her gentle mind
She's desolate but all she has he finds
Red swollen eyes, sunsets of pleas for peace
Demons he heeds… she tries to make them cease
Now crucified, she wonders why he leaves
No prayers for her, will he say on his knees
© Debbie Razey 2022 - Violet Moon Poetry
