Freddie Robinson Jr. Poet Dramatic Verse

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This poem is a repost. I originally posted it the first week I came to PSoup. It received no comments. I chose to repost it because it is one of my personal favorite poems, and it deals w/a significant social issue. I hope my beloved
PSoup family give me some feedback the second time around. 
Love, Romantic Warrior


It was a miserable existence,
	that of a battered wife
It was a never ending cycle
	of a hurt-filled violent life

She walked on eggshells,
	avoided direct eye contact
Did nothing that would get him riled up
She always spoke in a timid voice,
	deferred on every household decision
Never complained when the sex was too rough

Ofttimes it wasn’t even her
	that would get his pot boiling
Get him steamed and hopping mad
It could be the telly news,
the neighbor’s cat
Or the photo of his mum and dad

It was a daily chore,
	washing away the pain
that was mixed in with the bloodstains

It was a daily chore,
	rinsing away the tears
that was mixed in with the whiskey and beers

And each night before turning out the light,
	she has to take her dose of verbal abuse
Then tiredly arise with swollen, sullen eyes;
	rehearse to neighbors another recycled excuse  

And for a few hours she gets to enjoy
	 a quiet space that is blissfully sweet
 Escape in soap daydreams before she faces 
	 the daily grind of wash, rinse, repeat

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Chuck Melugin May 19, 2017 at 4:24 PM Freddie, your writing emits the pain I thought could only be felt by the victim! Your pen proved me wrong as your raw emotional ink flowed in poetic brilliance! 7. My best, chuck

Emile Pinet May 19, 2017 at 2:41 PM Your words speak with the power of suffering, your mind set flows onto the page and we can relate with you and where your words lead us. A somewhat surreal over the edge mixture of emotions that speak of discontentment, abuse and fear. Your words take the reader to your private place where the shame and anger of an abused life is fresh and painful. Emile. #7 Freddie Robinson Jr. May 19, 2017 at 3:08 PM Ty, Emile. Your strong words of support means the world to me. Much love to you, bro.