Battered Wife
Darkness surrounds her, as she cries,
Blood oozes as she dies…
Bruised and battered a pitiful state
The consequences of her partners anger his hate
“I should of stopped it”, she thinks, “now it’s too late”
She had plenty of warnings leading up to this,
The abuse, the hot irons, the beatings the kicks
“It’s not him, it’s me I made him angry”, her excuse
“He loves me, he cares, and I’m annoying that’s why he’s like this”.
“When I’m quiet, and I do as I’m told. He smiles and he cares”
“He loves me, he holds me while he strokes my hair..,”
“For this love, I’ll take all that’s thrown at me…”
“For my family and the future… I can take it”
SHE HAD THOUGHT…
She lays there her head in her sons embrace
Only five, and already seen too much evil in life
Her heart burst with pain as she sees his face
A twitch in her stomach as she holds a sharp rusty knife
“I won’t see you grow up” she sobs “I won’t see you go to school”
“I’ll miss your first girlfriend, your wife, and my grandkids”
“It’s my fault I should of left him, kept away, I’m a fool”
“ARRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHH”
Her cries get louder so does the hurt…
As her blood soaks into her son’s favorite shirt…
He walks in, dazed, gives her a kick as he gets a beer
“Help me”, “think of our son” she whimpers
He walks past and pretends not to hear
“Be a good boy, be a brave boy… run away...”
“Don’t cry, mommy loves you, move, just get away”
Not for much longer, she feels, have I got left
She pushes him away with her final strength…
“Go to a Ben and Jill’s, go next door…”
He gets up, runs to the back door and looks back
“go” she whispers… “I love you, remember that”
All alone, Darkness surrounds her, as she cries,
Blood oozes as she dies…
Copyright © Amar Qamar | Year Posted 2016
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