Years of Hurt

Whilst the majority of domestic violence perpetrators are men I am fully aware that men are sometimes victims as well, therefore this poem is written in such a way that 'he' and 'his' can be substituted with 'she' and 'her', and 'girls' with 'boys.' Years of Hurt Oh God, did England win? That means that he is coming home. I've done the washing up and cooked him steak and crinkle chips for tea and put his tinnies and his football cup beside his chair and switched the telly on All done. I wait. It could go either way Of late it's gone a little bit like this He'll come in in a 'you're alright mate' way insisting on a bear hug and a kiss and then the beer kicks in - his tea is cold his boss is mean to him, his car is **** and I'm the Germans, oh and I am old I told the girls at work he didn't hit me, lied about the bruise beneath my shirt Don't talk to me of Lions. Years of hurt. © Gail Foster 7th July 2018