NEWLY EDITED !
finally finished :) this poem is a bit long, but i was going for a storyline as well. it was meant to be long. please feel free to leave me some feedback.
the stupid little fights now out of our control
every day slipping further into this black hole
no one sees the suffering i simply survive
sometimes the only thing that keeps me alive
the bitterness that spills off the tip of your tongue
makes me ache for the strength to get out your gun
i need a way out i cant handle this abuse
you once again apologize without any excuse
i didnt even do anything to set you off this time
everything that happened was only within your mind
i need to find an escape a life without this pain
but it feels like im stuck so here i still remain
i wonder when it happened when my world became corrupted
everything was fine until your anger just erupted
trying to hide the bruises another vain attempt
hidden behind dark glasses my eyes showing much contempt
no one is as fooled as i had hoped they all would be
looking past the lies all they see is a broken version of me
he hears me curse underneath my breath so he hits me in the face
he yells that i am nothing but another useless disgrace
something inside of me finally seems to snap as i get up off that floor
i tell myself this will not happen again, not anymore
while he sits infront of the tv i stumble out to the car
before i can get the door unlocked he grabs me by the hair
he drags me back into the house screaming at me and shouting
he cant see that no longer am i crying, begging or pouting
he pushes me into the bedroom, a simple mistake on his behalf
i make a mad dash for the closet as i hear his sinister laugh
he has no idea what it is im reaching for
today is the day i finally even the score
i pull out a baseball bat i hid for just this very day
i swing it hard at his head, just wanting him to go away
when the bat makes contact the CRACK, for some reason i can not hear
i continue to bash the man i once loved, without a single tear
i could never find the courage to simply walk away
so i had to end his life on this very fateful day
i finally set down the bloody bat, grabbing for my cell
my hands begin to tremble as i dial, i have to make the call
i tell the woman on the line how i just bashed in my husbands head
no need to send an ambulance since hes already dead
between my broken sobs i tell her of my case
the story of my husband who hated my embrace
then i hear the sirens as the police pull in
i fear god will never forgive me, for murder is a sin
i am certain i am destined to spend my life in jail
that doesnt stop me from telling them every little detail
the nights that he would beat me, call me names and much worse
i turn my head away as they load him in the hearse
the police go to put handcuffs on my trembling wrists
then they see the bruise left on my face from his angry fist
stating it was self defense they tell me i am free to go
how i survived this life of misery i guess i will never know
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I believe poetry is much more than rhyme and creating within a rigid discipline. Poerty has to have an effect, bith spiritual and visceral.
Your poem was stark and moving.
I was ashamed that those pf my gender act so.
I'm sorry
gr8 storyline!
i liked the manner of pootrayal...it sounded truly biographic
nd wud luv to read more of urs...
zerin
thanks so much for the
thanks so much for the comments :) i love getting feedback on my stuff, especially when its good ! i have more poems posted already, feel free to read some. :)
*~*Mandee*~*