Broken pieces

Broken pieces

I can see the anger in his eyes
staring right into mine,
telling me all kinds of lies
it was late in October 
When I thought, my nightmare was over,

Oh, how I cried with my baby girl on my hips,
I was shattered, broken into many pieces,
Wounded in abuse, young and confused
not knowing what to do,
I had no family or even friends,

So, this old battle didn’t have an end,
he called this love, I just die a little more
each time I heard his words,
I was trapped in this way of life,
I had to take more abuse,
because I became a mother of four,

I cried in the night where the kids never hear me,
My spirit was ready to fly away,
But I know I must stay, it’s the only way,
My babies were very young and so was I
With no one by my side,

Tonight, like every night, it rains more pains
came pouring down like no other night,
the thunder didn't get in the way of his voice
He throw words at me that are so sharp  
forced its way into another night of fright,

ravens on the treetops wrapped around in wonder 
as he looks at me, while I was bleeding on the flour,
the leaves where falling while my heart was dropping,
just to watching what we once had go up in smoke, 
I demand power over my own life,
I never ask for my abusers help,

his anger is like fire that burned even in the rain,
Then a woman stands in my way telling me lies,
she said she was going to put a spell on me,
there is nothing I could do,

I come to give you good advice, 
even when things aren't nice,
then she put in my hand a black rose 
that turn to dust,
then she was gone like a sad song,
in the rush of wind, 
I fell to the ground and started weeping on my knees, 
trying to pick up the broken pieces of me.

Poetic Judy Emery © 1985
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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