Because He Beats Me

Because He Beats Me Back I go into the den of tears Splashing them across my face The ones I have shed before The memories Some I have saved for years I this horrid place Standing still I await the blow My head - My back - My abdomen Reality strikes It seems so slow I am paying for my sins He loves me – He loves me not Like picking pansies as they grow He chose me for this lot The tender kiss soft as a butterfly’s wing So special I feel when he’s near Oh, how my heart does sing Making up is romantic dew A glow beyond belief Discolored speckled vision cleared It all boils down with grief Like a Lassie runs I make my way A carpet for his feet Bruises show a clotted flow That fade well in a week… I plot to steal away Saving money for my future stay He breaks my sofa – Says he’s take my life I am his come what may Stored anger churns deep within my soul Backdrop game of blissful years My bloodshed can never atone… Neither can the tears For each mirror shows traces of healthy mane I return faithful in fear Unchanged Because He Beats Me - (c) Emily C. Archer