Oh no, I've burnt supper again-
No time to fix more..he's coming in.
What will he do to me ..what will he say
I don't want to be hit again today.
He marches in a stern look on his face-
Did'nt you clean today..Just look at this place?
Can't you do anything right - how dumb can you be?
I see his fist coming down on me!
The morning sun .so bright the next day-
Me and my shades on - not much to say.
Hiding from the world in my own silent hell-
Hoping my neighbors won't be able to tell!
I carefully clean so that he won't get mad-
I do all I can ...but my heart is so sad.
No courage to leave this marriage of pain-
I hear him come in from the pouring rain.
My heart stops as he walks up to me-
Oh , why can't he just let me be?
The anger in his eyes - I just can't go on-
So tired ....Please , just leave me alone.
I feel blood on my lips as he knocks me down-
My head is spinning round and round.
I can't take this....No more! No more!
I run for the gun ....he runs for the door.
Terror in his eyes....I point the gun-
Now he is to frightened to run -
Shots fire out in the dark of the nite-
Another wrong..just made right!
Linda, Your Shades are quite different than mine but they have their own private hurts. Only a coward would hit a woman. My respect for these gutless wonders is cipher. Sorry if I sound harsh but I have been married for thirty six years and have never even thought of striking my wife. It is an unnecessary act of violence by a sick person. Your poem reminds me of the book by Stephen King, " Rose Madder" Read it if you get the chance.
A powerful and heartfelt poem, not based on personal experience I hope. Again you have used simple rhyme in an extremelt dramatic way
Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson (Reader)
Reviewed on September 14, 2002
A person can only take so much, and your told this one well.
Reviewed by Sanil nath (Reader)
Reviewed on September 14, 2002
Wonderful write keep it up and keep smiling ....
Hey linda ... didnt you get the enlarged picture ......
(f) for you ....
Reviewed by Joel Raja Kumar J (Reader)
Reviewed on September 14, 2002
Linda, You are a kind soul. I only hope this is not autobio. Oh my God! What a cruel world we live in.
A lot of women face this and a lot of men don't understand this cruelty. For not all men are like this.
Love from India and your friend
Joel
Reviewed by na na (Reader)
Reviewed on September 14, 2002
Oh yes my dear, this poem is right on. Just point the gun and BAM one makes it right. You tell a true story that happens so many times a day. Wouldn't it be great that when this happens ... all the helpless in the world could point the gun and make it right!
No one should suffer and physical violence upon their person. Just let me know it it ever happens to ou and you won't have to pull the trigger. I will. Love and hugs from Bill.
Linda, this is a powerful message that everyone of us needs to pay more attention to. I believe we all know someone who goes through some type of physical or mental abuse at the hands of their loved ones. We should all make more of an effort to help get them out of these situations. Thank you for the reminder.
A great write on such a terrible situation which sadly is more common than we realise, cowards and bullies, that what the males are who do this, i wont call them men cause they aint that...well done this is a great write on such a delicate subject, take care Linda...Mark xx
Reviewed by Penny Hayes (Reader)
Reviewed on September 13, 2002
So sad that many face this terrifying reality, till it gets to the point of a destructive manner....
Linda,
Sadly this is real life for so many. I pray for a safe way out for all in this situation. Again your write comes from the heart to bring awareness to us all.
Thanks,
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Hey linda ... didnt you get the enlarged picture ......
(f) for you ....
A lot of women face this and a lot of men don't understand this cruelty. For not all men are like this.
Love from India and your friend
Joel
No one should suffer and physical violence upon their person. Just let me know it it ever happens to ou and you won't have to pull the trigger. I will. Love and hugs from Bill.
Tim
Jenni
Sadly this is real life for so many. I pray for a safe way out for all in this situation. Again your write comes from the heart to bring awareness to us all.
Thanks,
Hugs,
The Voice