Abuse Poem

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This really hit home for me. I was abused for 4 years. It took me getting my nose broke and cracked my rib. I never wanted to say a thing to anyone about it since he had me convinced he was...

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Battered Wife...

© more by Amar Qamar

Published: December 2010

Darkness surrounds her as she cries.
Blood oozes as she dies...
Bruised and battered, a pitiful state,
The consequences of her partner's anger, his hate.
"I should have stopped it," she thinks, "Now it's too late."
She had plenty of warnings leading up to this:
The abuse, the hot irons, the beatings, the kicks.
"It's not him, it's me. I made him angry," her excuse,
"He loves me, he cares, and I'm annoying; that's why he's like this."
"When I'm quiet and I do as I'm told, he smiles and he cares."
"He loves me, he holds me while he strokes my hair."
"For this love, I'll take all that's thrown at me."
"For my family and the future... I can take it."
SHE HAD THOUGHT...

She lays there her head in her son's embrace.
Only five, and already seen too much evil in life.
Her heart burst with pain as she sees his face.
A twitch in her stomach as she holds a sharp, rusty knife.
"I won't see you grow up," she sobs. "I won't see you go to school."
"I'll miss your first girlfriend, your wife, and my grandkids."
"It's my fault. I should have left him, kept away; I'm a fool."
"ARRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHH"
Her cries get louder, so does the hurt...
As her blood soaks into her son's favorite shirt...
He walks in, dazed, gives her a kick as he gets a beer.
"Help me, think of our son," she whimpers.
He walks past and pretends not to hear
"Be a good boy, be a brave boy... run away..."
"Don't cry, mommy loves you; move, just get away."
Not for much longer, she feels, have I got left.
She pushes him away with her final strength...
"Go to Ben and Jill's, go next door..."
He gets up, runs to the back door and looks back
"Go" she whispers... "I love you, remember that."
All alone, darkness surrounds her as she cries.
Blood oozes as she dies...

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  • Natasha Stevenson by Natasha Stevenson
  • 3 years ago

This really hit home for me. I was abused for 4 years. It took me getting my nose broke and cracked my rib. I never wanted to say a thing to anyone about it since he had me convinced he was all my fault.

  • Sky by Sky, Ohio
  • 9 years ago

I read this and its sad I can feel your pain and I just want you to know it's never your fault and it's not love if he hurts you

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