Branded

The air pierced by a woman's screams of humiliated despair
A mother a wife wronged by her service
Wronged by her body, her weak strength
Wronged by a man whose world blindfolds his eyes
The dazzle and river of indulgence dims when he enters his house
The children tremble with every scream
That which birthed their very souls was in anguish
Helpless sweaty with fear of the monster they had known to love
And now fear
Relentless and merciless
His hands sound off the drum that was her body
Her spirit numbing trying to reconcile and reason
So that the path, the journey she has found herself on
Maps out to the one she began twenty years ago
This moment, these moments will live on as if being played repeatedly
In the back of the minds of the little boy and little girl
Into their maturity, exposed to worldly harmonies
The screams, the beats, the sweat engulfs their thoughts on any union
Between themselves and any other
The boy, now man sees his father in the mirror
And the girl, the mother
Afraid to love because their first loves burnt into cinders
Branded their hearts forever