Domestic Violence
The blood has scarcely dried..
when once again..
you take the stand,
and strike me ..
with your cruel hand!
The pounding stops,
as the blows continue..
I am numb to the pain,
slumped on the floor..
My eyes vibrate,
seeing the pain..
pass before them,
on the way to my brain...
but the signal is severed
by my psyche,
of survival...
The pain now framed,
in an 8 X 10..
like a picture,
I'm lost on a wall..
of a vacant house
where no-one can see me....
when once again..
you take the stand,
and strike me ..
with your cruel hand!
The pounding stops,
as the blows continue..
I am numb to the pain,
slumped on the floor..
My eyes vibrate,
seeing the pain..
pass before them,
on the way to my brain...
but the signal is severed
by my psyche,
of survival...
The pain now framed,
in an 8 X 10..
like a picture,
I'm lost on a wall..
of a vacant house
where no-one can see me....
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