“Broken Life” [Poetry]

Feeling defeated… exhausted… mistreated.

Living a life of being controlled.

And it has finally taken its toll.

What did I expect?

I just needed him to protect.

Now I’m in too deep.

And he won’t let me leave.

But like my father said…

I made my bed.

This is all my fault.

Although I was never really taught.

It’s too late now.

All I can do is keep my head bowed.


xo, Janice Avilla

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