Pool of Tears

Bleeding into the pool of tears, freshly shed
Contusions and bruises circling my head,
Hand to my hip, searching for a blade
Hopes are dashed, nothing there; I fade

Retreating to memories; long forgot
Do I wish to live another day or not!

Retching out this so called romance
Rebuilding my fragile mental stance.
Hoping you’ll leave ,close the door
Leave me blooded, hugging the floor.

Used, degraded, but never beat
This will end in your defeat.

Violet bruises pinned to each arm
Hidden away, dare not raise alarm.
Children may listen, but don’t understand
Why daddy hits mummy, raises his hand.

Watch them crying, do you care?
Do you hear them utter a silent prayer?

The day is coming, I’ll break your spell
Take my children, leave this hell
Until that day I’ll suffer all
Knowing in the end it’s you who’ll fall

So take your pleasure, I’m immune to your pain
Bruises may fade, the memories remain.

Advances of love make my soul flea
You may have my body, my mind is free.
Never forget I’m stronger than you
Never forget I’ll decide when we’re through

You may think you’re the boss; the man
But for you I have another plan

I’ll bury your future, your past away
So enjoy your fun, enjoy the play,
Because when you feel the knife at your throat
I’ll be the last to sit and gloat

You’re blood will be mixing with my tears,
Revenge for the all those abusive years.

Copyright © Colin Marschall | Year Posted 2006

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