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 Lets Talk About it Contest Sponsored by Richard Lamoureux 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.