In a dark room I lie bruised and beaten. 
You lock me in yelling and you threaten. 
Breathing hard tears falling. Rolling into a ball. 
It hurts to crawl. Let alone move. Ive got nothing to prove. 
I choke a cry of pain so you wont hear. I know theres more to bear. 
Ive got no plan. Heart raceing. Your paceing. Thinking. 
No one dares to be speaking. I shiver cause Im cold. 
You think Im too bold. So I get punished for something I didnt do. 
Your voice is like a lovely coo. I keep comeing back. 
Always on the wrong track. You swing. I fling. Crumple. You chuckle. 
I just lay there in a heap. You kick and punch. 
Throw me in the room and lock the door. 
In a dark room I lie bruised and beaten.                
A very intense piece exposing brutality at its worst, but I agree with William you need to revise it substantively to bring out its poetic worth..
Brutal as a fist in the face. (But needs structural revision.) drb
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great read. Violence is a great devourer seeking whomever he can consume.