Murray Mahauariki Poet Rhyme

8 Years of Hell

I try to imagine what life was like for my mother,
being beaten by the man she loved,
I'm not talking about a slap here or there,
I'm talking beaten within an inch of her life.

I always remember smelling blood,
and the mess that was left behind,
every time my Dad would get in that groove,
where he'd just loose his mind.

I don't remember a lot,
a lot happened before I was five,
but my Mother had no troubling tell me though,
I was the reason she went back most the time.

We lived in a house of fear,
silently we would sit,
trying not to make a noise,
otherwise Dad would have another fit.

Even I suffered from his wrath,
apparently he would punch me across the room,
my Mother would try to protect me,
but she'd get a hiding too.

8 years of hell, she finally left,
the courage she found to run inside,
tired of being a gang members Missus,
she ran so she could have a life.

M.Mahauariki © 2012

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S.Jagathsimhan Nair January 31, 2012 at 6:07 AM heart rending story..

Murray Mahauariki January 31, 2012 at 12:11 AM This is why I am writing the way I am, I don't have all the answers yet, but through my life experiences, maybe some of the things I have been through will help my children.

Rhonda Johnson-Saunders January 30, 2012 at 10:08 PM How awful you and your mother had to endure such hatred and abuse. She is a strong woman to find the courage to leave your father and you are courageous, too. I hope you find some peace when you share your experiences in this safe environment. The best we can do is learn from our parents mistakes and try not to repeat them in our own lives. Blessings to you, Rhonda