Wednesday, June 13, 2012

Abuse



© T. B. Jackson

She sits alone and contemplates the meaning of her life
What it is to live and love, to be another's wife
She watches as the seconds, like drips from a tap pass by
She questions her existence and asks the question why

She knows that soon he will return and and she will find herself again
Defending her mortality, the love, the hate, the pain
And like a child born into slavery she feels there is no way
She ever will taste of freedom in this life she lives each day

The footsteps on the porch outside signify the time
He's home, he's drunk there's no escape, no reason and no rhyme
And the darkness soon descends as do the storm-clouds from above
And now it's time to face it as he deals out his form of love

In the morning she awakes, her reflection is quite grim
In the filtered bathroom light she sees the legacy of him
And like a circus clown she paints away the fear and all the hate
The tears flow down her cheeks and she accepts what is her fate

And she'll never leave, she can't see how, she has nowhere to go
She just continues on each day, with the twisted ebb and flow
She's trapped within his evil web on this roller-coaster ride
With nowhere left to run, and nowhere left to hide

One day she says she'll disappear but she knows it is a lie
She knows she will be trapped within until the day she dies
But she yearns for peace and harmony like a bird upon the wing
The chance to laugh, the chance to love, the chance to dance and sing

But time is passing by, each day he tightens up his grasp
Each day she stays, procrastinates, and hopes the pain will pass
She's praying for a hero to come and save her from her foe
But heroes are of fairy-tales, the like she'll never know







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