The echo’s of beatings and abuse
Seeps thru the bedroom walls,
I wear the skin of your life inside me
Festering wounds,
Floating in a sea of abuse.
Why can’t I leave you?
Why am I so weak?
Is it the children?
Am I afraid of making it alone what do I seek?
Jeckal’s of your kind seep in alcohol
To make their life hide
Do I see a glimmer of hope, will you change?
I feel no way; I am a fool’s fool
Living with your unrequited rule.
My love for you was born from the seeds of youth
That died, drowned in tears I’ve shed.
I must heed my families call to leave
Mum down on her knees to beg,
I just know she has experience and insight
Hoping I make it thru another night
To feel the love as I greet her,
And close the door on a wife beater,
Who needs no licence.
I only wish I had a magic wand
To change myself into a Herculean Tyson
With the strength of a wild bison.
Not just for revenge, just to pretend
I could beat the beater.
Very nice peace of work... some pains hurts us the most n hard! ! !
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A very powerful portrayal of the feelings of an abused wife, constantly ill treated by her drunkard husband! She longs for a separation but doesn't do it because of fear of the consequences or the thoughts over the trouble of taking care of the children as a single mother! Somehow her endurance has reached its maximum limit that she would take a decision to live away from him pretty soon! Great poem!