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Abused (Free verse) by scitz

Its the weekend and he's gone out drinking. She sits at home nervously thinking. Will he be charming or beat her senseless? Will his sparring partner once again be defenceless? In the name of love she tolerates him, And bears each weekend on her supple skin. Her face has just recovered from being bruised, But can never get used to being abused. She prays that normality will come back to him, That his 'Hyde' personality will not rape her skin. She hears the door slam and now knows, That the anger in side her man grows, He enters the room and says she's unfaithful, His anger and thirst for revenge is insatiable. When he sees the color of his anger in her blood, He stops the violence, and starts blaming the 'Bud'. Tears flow as he apologizes, Her fear gives in she compromises. He swears it will never happen anymore, That he cares and insists she feels sure. The following day she receives some flowers, The other ones go, They've only been their 48 hours. She hates bouquets they represent misery, His evil mind, the 'jeckyll and 'hyde' mystery. Her black and blue face covers her youth, Masquerades an awful truth. That she'll suffer this fate again, and again, from her lovers hate and evil reign, She's still in love with the person she met, and believes he's the same, has few regrets. Being abused is her accepted way of life, So she'll continue to hang on to the edge of a knife. written sometime 1995

Ranger 25-Jan-03/9:00 AM
I think that the end should be different, stronger somehow. The last two lines don't really do the poem justice-otherwise I like this one too. 9

PS 'Masquerades an awful truth' is brilliant!




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