The Battered Wife

If only it was a fantasy A nightmare not reality If only monsters were marked So we could stay far far away. In sickness and in health but this wasn’t there Long are the days of the dark alley If only walls had ears I would tell it to grow arms. For what are ears but years of torture So if wishes were horses I would be a stallion To ferry you from that ring. I hope he loves you; like really! Not like crazy that’s unhealthy Not to the moon; just where you are. Then you will find peace and comfort For there is no comfort In the arms of a chair There is no peace In the silence of a home. I pray that God protects you From the enemy within For the enemy without Can do you no harm!