A Husband’s Silent Scream

I stand alone in this endless fight,
A ghost in law’s unyielding sight.
Bound by chains I did not weave,
Crushed by vows that made me believe.

Her words are daggers, laced with lies,
Yet justice turns its blinded eyes.
My truth is lost in echoes cold,
As silence tightens its ruthless hold.

Each day, I drown in hollow pleas,
Begging courts on bended knees.
Yet every plea, every tear,
Falls on ears that refuse to hear.

They call me villain, strip my name,
Burn my life in legal flames.
With hands once strong, now bound and weak,
I search for hope—I barely speak.

Is death the door to end this pain?
A final step, a fleeting gain?
Or is there more beyond the night,
A distant spark, a chance for light?

If you hear me, if you see,
Don’t let this fate imprison me.
For many men, unheard, unseen,
Still scream inside this cruel machine.