IT'S HER NEST

 The Nest

Inquire on censure and she'll answer you

Talk of violence without rebute, a pro

It's a blame game on her by the society she created

Haltering her esteem and beliefs, 

Only finds comfort in her nest, it's somehow peaceful there.

The nights of merry are all gone

The ugly truth, blames on her is all that downs

She can't give him a little one and it's not her choice

Four consecutive miscarriages, it's like noise

She only resolves for the nest, maybe it has answers

This is her story, questions of why her

All the expensive toys, two at table, no child

It's riches with no single descendant, Husband without a recognized seed

Where did she go wrong, thought they had the guild right 

With a million lines of unanswered questions, she opts for her nest. 

Maybe, just maybe she'll find answers there...

© amimoh