She once believed that she was in love with him,
This woman who’s in the emergency room
Whose familiar face they’ve seen time and again
Bruised, burned and broken, her lover was her doom
He has raped and beaten her many, many times,
This man who will beat her again and again,
But denies the consequences of his crimes,
Hiding behind friends, who are like minded men.
He's sure that he'll never face his accuser,
This woman who has always been his victim,
Afraid to call to account her abuser,
And so she will always live in fear of him,
The man whose twisted love would become her curse,
Convinced he’s not so bad and he could be worse!
10/26/09
Karl Stuart Kline
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