The woman bemoans and cries
unable to keep quiet
breaks down in a sigh 
takes not a bite
rants in rancour
swears in anger
mind she not
who it be in slot
be her son or husband
she fumes and disbands
lets out her emotions
not in small portions
pours out in full force
if that be her chose
the life would not be smooth
to tell the truth.
Meenas Poems 
2 replies on “The Helpless Woman”
Great poem, the heart that ails with boiling emotions are released and a new perspective about things are anew.
Slot be her son or husband. Kindly remove son because your writtings worthy literature