Ever since that night
of our joining into one flesh,
I have been tossing and turning in my sleep.
My actions have conflicted
with my beliefs.
The shadows in the darkness
are pointing fingers
of accusations at me.
The voices in my head
have criticized me to insanity.
Falling in your trap of seduction
I allowed you to defile me,
in the entanglement of your web.
I was pure and ripe!
I never allowed you to pluck the fruit
Going beyond 90 days- a whole 2 years passed.
Even after following all these rules,
instead of wedding bells,
all I got was rejection.
I fall asleep on wet pillows.
My shatterd dreams have paralyzed my body.
Life goes on for you!
You are sleeping well!
How do you remain so unaffected?
I wish you had put a knife through my heart instead and killed me officially.
Death would be better then living as a breathing corpse.
His words still ring in my ears;
"If a man's goal was to harvest the fruit, even if you make him wait for 30 years once he reaps the ripe fruit he has sown he will leave the soil barren, if that was always his goal".

© NasibaLizzie