All that blaming, all that cursing,
The fighting,
The denial,
Agony in her face,
Frustration in him
That turns him to a beast,
And then there is me,
Seated on the floor,
Myself against the bedroom door,
Crying,
For I can hear them,
Each and every word they say,
Endless accusations,
I hear her shouting and cursing,
His ghastly retaliations,
Cries, swearing, more cries;
The battle goes on,
To preserve their egoistic pride,
Prove each others' sanity,
Justify their actions,
On the grounds of collapsed family,
Lost children,
Ashes of forgotten love,
Tears of a child,
Through a decade of torment,
The child lived,
And grew up,
But over the years she had lost her faith,
Gave up her hopes,
Let herself be blindfolded,
I have lost respect,
For all that is eternal and sacred,
For all that is true and pure,
I have never seen the truth,
Never felt the warmth of love,
Never saw lasting relationships,
I saw my mother's struggle,
Her loneliness,
Her diassapointment,
Her strength,
Sacrifices she made,
For her children,
There was a nominal father figure,
Who claimed his relentless love
His commitment,
Towards his family,
Just a sweet lie,
A mere deception,
By now I have learned to be strong,
Endless accusations,
I hear her shouting and cursing,
His ghastly retaliations,
Cries, swearing, more cries;
The battle goes on,
To preserve their egoistic pride,
Prove each others' sanity,
Justify their actions,
On the grounds of collapsed family,
Lost children,
Ashes of forgotten love,
Tears of a child,
Through a decade of torment,
The child lived,
And grew up,
But over the years she had lost her faith,
Gave up her hopes,
Let herself be blindfolded,
I have lost respect,
For all that is eternal and sacred,
For all that is true and pure,
I have never seen the truth,
Never felt the warmth of love,
Never saw lasting relationships,
I saw my mother's struggle,
Her loneliness,
Her diassapointment,
Her strength,
Sacrifices she made,
For her children,
There was a nominal father figure,
Who claimed his relentless love
His commitment,
Towards his family,
Just a sweet lie,
A mere deception,
By now I have learned to be strong,
Not weaken my self,
Not to be decieved,
For love is just a concept
And marriage a contract,
I am just a another victim......
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