The hurt that soared him deep inside, <br />Sought a sanctuary, a place to hide, <br />His bleeding ego bled upon me, <br />Rested on me, weighed against me, <br />His stinging pride stung my eyes, <br />Blindfolded them in bloody lies. <br /> <br />His bleeding ego bled for power, <br />Bled a blood so bitter and sour, <br />His stinging pride and fallen rank, <br />Needed help before they sank, <br />I shouldered all that one could take, <br />Cautious that I would not break. <br /> <br />The hurt continued and would not seize, <br />Of being ruled he was not freed, <br />His bleeding ego bled some more, <br />Sliding lower, reaching the floor, <br />His stinging pride yelled out in pain, <br />Clinging onto that which remained. <br /> <br />His ego bled for womankind, <br />To stand back and follow behind, <br />His pride stung for many wives, <br />To stop dictating over men’s’ lives, <br />His ego bled and begged and pleaded, <br />His pride stung and throbbed for he was defeated. <br /> <br />He was not lacking any ability, <br />Neither was he short of his sanity, <br />He was as strong as any Bruce Lee, <br />With the heart of a lion and a soldiers body, <br />But what tore my heart right apart. <br /> <br />Was that he could not stand up to his other half, <br />The woman with whom God had united him, <br />In sacred and harmonious courtship, <br />But what broke me down most, was this bit, <br />The fact that I was his blood and skin.<br /><br />Rukhsar Ahmed<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/his-bleeding-ego/
