Hits of fury,
Gasps for air,
Vision's blurry,
Eyes a stare.
My lifeless body,
Cold at soul,
Lies here breathless,
Story untold.
One hit too many,
Mind left query,
But I'll smile when it ends,
For that's the day
The angels descend.
Poem About Wanting Abuse To End
The Day The Angels Descend
Published by Family Friend Poems February 2015 with permission of the Author.