Self-made Dungeon

Its time to go home, She sits and dreads. He has not reaponded, To the email threads.

Sitting outside, The songbirds sings. Its nearly six, Should i catch the bus or ring.

Pay is not in yet, We may not eat tonight. Ill have to go quickly, And find a bite.

His still not here, Its now a quarter past. Ill go back in and send an email, It must be fast.

Coming back out, I caught a sight. The car just pulled out, Not another fight.

As tears began to fall, Fear creeped in. Why didnt he wait, Why so mean.

I quickly paced, Down to the guards. My husband came! Why not let him pass.

Sorry Mrs, Em no stop gut. Mipla signal lo em, Tsol m hariap tru.

Mipla ting u go, Nogat sign blo u. Sapos boss bin stop, Bai mipla tok drive thru.

I bowed my head, And strolled back up. Another afternoon, Of disconluded doubts

A suspecting partner, Violence floods. Unpredicted circumstances, Ending with Blood.

I must go home now, I cannot stay. Let him find me, On my way.

At least it will be easier, Than sitting here. If he comes back, Death is near.

Quickly walking down, Back to the guards. I fear them looking, A couple of tards.

It doesn't help, Their sarcastic opinions. No help to the situation, Which is not their business.

Situation is screwed, The institute is big. For a suspecting partner, He will dig.

My word is untrue, He would say. I was screwing around, With a workmate Ray.

Doubling my pace, Im out the gate. Sweaty palms, Scared of my fate.

Round the corner, It is now dark. I hear near by, A familiar bark.

His here! I PRAY, He just picks me up. But the look on his face, Depicts something tough.

I start to fumble, In my speech. Overwelmed with fear, More like a screech.

No explaination, Just a blow to the head. The smell of blood, My world was dead.

Waking up, Cold and wet. A familiar scent, I peaked through the vent.

My head swelling, I didnt care. I was back in my laundry, My husbands lair.

Id be in here, for a day or two. Until he freed me, Untill he was cool.

A prisoner in my own home, He would make the rules. My child would see me, He would tell her 'daddy rules'.

I came by, Where were you? You screwing around, You think im a fool.

I waited for hours, Pardon me! Am i your driver, How do you plee?

Ive learn to shut up, You suffer less. For if you speak up, The scene becomes a mess.

It becomes a norm, As it plays back to a child. Even when im not in there, My child recites.

Mummy your room, I want to stay with you. I dont want to stay with daddy, I want to be with you.

Crying so hard, will not break the walls. You either stay sane, Or you lose and fall.

Several times, I begged to die. If didn't kill me, Please Lord take my life.

It was time to go home, You must be humble. If you stay in this game, You will stumble.

A suspecting partner, Will get their way. You must standup, come what may.

Please get help, The scene is not right. If he loves you, He will not fight.

Its time to go home, He will wait. Until you come out, A smile on his face.