The first time that he hit her
It took her breath away
A sudden act of violence
She didn’t know what to say
Later he was sorry
He couldn’t be nice enough
His usual loving self
Leaving would be tough
And so she stayed
And braved the blows
And no longer felt it strange
And so the cycle grows and grows
A violent person doesn’t change
© Ray Mather 2007
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Concise and accurate, well done!