A Never Ending Sin Poem by Amy Ormonde

The sadness of the day before
Anouk, there dead
lying on the floor
i told her
some day this would happen
warned her
that he was not going to stop
until he was happy
he abused her
and bruised her
many more times than once
he released her
kissed her
and she would take him back at once
it was a never ending cycle
of anger
and bloodied pain
and i told her this would happen
i told her some day
she believed
but never did leave
and now she is dead
as all can now see
he beat her till she cried
begged for mercy
fell
than whined
he than continued
his angered embrace
as he began to slice her face
he laughed
then sighed
cut her throat
and watched her die
he laughed
as she choked
gasping for air
then stumbled back on the floor
lifeless and pale
the video tape
continues to role
as he sits there laughing
in the sight of all his control
he was never caught
no evidence against him


Now you see
what this does to me
these nightmares
and these screams
are only subtle
to everyone but me
and as i lay there crying
he walks back in again
continuing his beating
a never ending sin