we-are-survivors

Let's say you have a wife, and most mornings you wake up next to her, unhappy with the day, and complain about the light coming through the window, the fact that you've kicked your covers off, or that she hasn't changed the sheets. Sometimes she cooks you meals that you have liked before, but frequently you complain about the taste and ask if she has changed the recipe. Perhaps you even take a few bites, then scrape the rest into the trash and go eat a package of instant rice instead. But when she becomes frustrated with cooking and can't think of something new to make and is worried you won't like what she has made before, you grow an

It was like being trapped - In a dungeon with no escape Though there was no walls, No bars, no dark lit room There was just the twinkling of his eyes

After so many years, she dares to speak, Yet her mouth can't form a sound. She tries to scream for help, But no one is around. Oh it has been like this for so long; Surely she can survive just another day? Just hush your voice and cover the bruises Or you will certainly pay. A silent threat is written in his eyes- So full of anger and rage. Yet she must wear a mask to hide the fear, Feeling trapped, as if behind the steel bars of a cage. And now, there are more consequences to come, For he knows she broke his only rule- Destroyed the silence that was his protection. Who would have thought this game could be so cruel? Perhaps she should ha