Isolated

A woman's perspective of a horrible marriage

I pan around surrounded in a sea of white
Standing by is my husband full of might
We open our cavern, all rich and warm
as outside, the clouds form a storm.

The horse gallops away, over the hill
and thus fades away my free will.
My husband wraps me in my nightly cloak
oh what a horrible controlling bloke

My hair is wrapped in a bundle or two
and he watches over me without a clue.
Laid on the bed as he strips me off
I lay naked as he jerks off.

Its long and sore and he's very rough
tears fall down me as he huffs and puffs
The dawn rises and he leaves for work
but looks back at me, with an evil smirk

My life is lost to power and control
I wipe away the tears and lay out the bowls.