....For The Love Of God Poem by NikMorgan ...

Late one drunken evening
My neighbours were at war
Banging crashing screaming
Noises coming from next door

My neighbour flees in terror
And comes running up my path
Battered bruised and blooded
The fruits of her husbands wrath

At once I call the coppers
They come and poke about
She obtains an injunction
And she kicks her monster out

A few days uneventful
Then hubby shows his face
Keen to turn the charm on
To reclaim his rightful place

The wife retracts her statement
Claims its all one big mistake
I heard the screams behind the wall
Those bruises were not fake

I’m seen as the bad guy
The agent provocateur
I’m meddling in her business
By looking out for her

And just like her bruises
The memory fades as well
Like our strained friendship
But not the truth she wouldn't tell

Things went back to normal
His temper did not wane
I still hear the thud of fist on flesh
The screams of rage and pain

I think she enjoys the suffering
It makes her feel divine
No divorce aloud in her church
So she’s a martyr in her mind

Some people are just victims
Some people are depraved
Some people can’t be helped
Some people won’t be saved