Life of Strife
I have a friend,
who’s name I won’t lend.
She is a wife,
with a life of strife.
Her husband rules
as he sits and drools.
A trophy is she,
for him you see.
You cannot look,
or he flies off the hook.
He controls her life,
plays mind games on his wife.
Breaks her down,
till she hits the ground.
Then fills her head,
with his plans instead.
Sometimes she doesn’t see,
the pain it deals to me.
I try to help her,
with her mind a blur.
But…
The damage is done,
my help has been none.
I’m lost at sea,
can you hear my plea.
She stands on the bank,
as her husband pulls rank.
By: Nathan Bane Leccese
© All Rights Reserved 05/19/09
Copyright © Nathan Leccese | Year Posted 2009
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