Why Not A Runaway

With her head down and hands tied at the back,
She, on her knees, bleeding, is how she feels,
Her red gown looks faded, her eyes only recognizes the scatters
of her dreams.

Her mother once dressed her with hopes,
And father spread the flowers of love till her new home.
At nightfall she surrendered herself to him,
With the thought of acceptance and an eternal feel,
But it went dim by killing her
from within.

With every passing night her knees bent more,
Every day she waited for the next morning, for him to go.
She knows he doesn't need her but only
her frame,

She wonders what she should look forward to,
As evening brings him along and it’s him she doesn't want around,
The one, she thought, would love her,
Is the one, lost in something she cannot find!
She thinks, is it her face or her presence, some other ‘her’ or just him,
What is ‘it’ whose existence,
makes her existence small to him.

The bruise on her back and bites on her neck,
Is how her reflection appears to her eyes when she looks at herself!
And she marvels upon what made her won this hatred and not
that love,

She doesn't know why is she still with him and what is she waiting for,
And why hasn't she Run Away still as that is what she wants.