House Wife Poem by charlie Odds

She waits
with the curtains drawn
just for you.
She waits for you,
waits for the morning,
but it's going to be a long night.
She waits for the light,
flourescent bulb burns bright,
illuminating the shadows of her nightmare.
Steps in the hall
you walk slowly up the stairs.
Drunken stupor,
angered with despair.
You see her face
alone in her desolated fear.
She wears your sorrow
like a badge of your cruel emptiness
one more black eye won't hurt,
only a bloody nose to compensate.
But no matter how hard you try
she will never let you see her cry.
Never let you see her fear.
She only wears your sorrow,
like a badge of your cruel emptiness.