The Vicious Circle
The Vicious Circle
HE
Abuse had begun when he knew youth and pain
Evolving into a mean lion with rage
Continued to grow with his memories intact
That lay dormant when he searched for his dreams
Then he married the one when he had found Love
With an **** routine he followed the world
When spats became anger then he would respond
His incubus hidden but waiting to stir
To beat and abuse his past and his wife
SHE
She had grown up with love and and nurtured this theme
To seek someone blessed with the sweet gift of Love
And marry the one who would promise her bliss
As time continued on his hidden rage grew
To punish critique with power anew
At times sorrow given then taken with force
The force outweighed sorrow with no end in sight
Then children would come to sample remorse
THEY
Mommy and Daddy would hold hands and laugh
But Daddy got mad when she said something wrong
Then echoed his anger and we cringed in fear
We sought Mommy’s love, she had so much to share
To balance the loss of our Daddy’s care
Do vicious circles end and begin again
She asserted herself and gave him a choice
To kill her then he would silence her voice
For he would be dead when his Ides day would come
He beat her again but kept her alive
His incubus died by a Colt .45
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July 30, 2017
*I don’t mean to ply satire on this serious subject but I have no sympathy or empathy for anyone of this ilk.
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