Larry Belt Poet Rhyme

The Closet

At three in the morning she turns on the light
While clutching her teddy bear
She runs to the closet as they start to fight
Knowing she's safe in there

Her pillow is tucked beneath her arm
As she silently starts to weep
She whispers to Teddy, she'll keep him from harm
A promise, she can't possibly keep

Night after night for sixteen years
Her closet becomes her bed
Her nightmare comes true, it brings her to tears
As she finds her poor mother dead

She's all grown up with a son of her own
Married to the love of her life
But bound to repeat the seeds that were sown
She becomes the next battered wife

At three in the morning he turns on the light
While clutching his teddy bear
He runs to the closet as they start to fight
Knowing he's safe in there.

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Ralph Taylor March 30, 2011 at 11:38 AM Despairing and sorrowful but unfortunately it happens way too often, Larry. Excellent piece. Ralph

Carolyn Devonshire March 27, 2011 at 3:36 PM Keen insight into human behavior and the repeating cycle of abuse, Larry. If a child grows up in a home where abuse is prevalent, that child may well find the same in their own home when they get married. A sad but too often true reflection on life. Love, Carolyn

Dana Smith March 27, 2011 at 1:05 PM Oh, my.. Very well written and very sad... enjoyed.. take care. Dana'lynn

Francine Roberts March 27, 2011 at 11:13 AM this one hit home on a personal level, brought tears to my eyes Larry, I did not repeat my mother's mistake though thank God.well penned on a too common problem