A MISTRESS IN DISTRESS

A mistress in distress calls out in desperation

The sorrow in her heart is quite heavy to bear

Why didn’t she say NO?

Darkness becomes an obvious part of her

Her heart is torn like a fragile plant

Her pain is steeped in darkness

She cries softly on the couch

She’s so lonely between choking sons

Yearning for help and comfort

Longing for something different

She being a victim of social circumstances

Thought she could be happy and fulfilled

It’s so temporary

Sex was never a satisfaction she recalls

Where is my pride?

Where is my dignity? She cries

Feeling broken, used, and empty

Where can she go?

She can’t handle all these alone

Her emotions completely drained, and totally helpless

And there she cries; help, help!

The desire for freedom is so empowering and consuming

Sometimes in a shout so loud

Sometimes in a silent whisper

She cries

Help...

Help...

Who can help a mistress in distress?