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And so he pretends to be your lover,
'Til his subliminal rage takes over.
Anger and resentment builds, blinding him,
His anger is bright and his wits are dimmed..
He blames you for his own ineptitude,
Resorting to brutal acts and language crude,
And suddenly you become his victim,
Used, battered, abused and accused by him,
You protest and he becomes more irate,
He says women lie and he's filled with hate!
Where you needed love, the back of his hand
Is what you get, so run while you still can!
You do not dare follow where he has led,
For if you cannot run, you'll wind up dead!
I hope a lot of abused women read your words and take in all it says. Very well written. Give you 10! best wishes suzan gumush
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I would like to translate this poem
Though the content may seem harsh it is right on track and I agree you must know when to run. There's a point of no return and you don't to be there when that point comes to past. Excellent poem, words of truth,10 from me.