Dedicated

After he leaves for work

Rush to the mirror and raise a hand to your face

Affectionately trace your hand across the bruises

And wash away any stray blood

He loves you with his fist dear

And you don't know how to escape

The tears at night are building up

And the flood gates are about to open

Release your hate through them

No one will listen to you cry

And I can assure you that there is no happy ending

So just huddle in a corner and rock yourself to sleep

Sing yourself a lullaby of promises he said he'd keep

Those promises were never kept

And he never intended them to be

He just used you darling

Don't you realize that yet?

Every thing he said to you was dripping with deceit

He feeds you sweet empty lies with his intoxicated tongue

You're forced to wait on him hand and foot

And to clean the house and to take care of a baby

He's just a man dear, and he doesn't understand

You can't put up with the abuse much longer

The bruises sting and they want you to say goodnight

Run up to the baby and give her a bath

Hold her one last time before you say goodbye

Clean her up and put her in her crib

Sing her your favorite song, one last time

And when you walk down the stairs you hesitate

But it's too late to back out, no you can't escape now

You're heading for his office

And you finally reach your target

Step up to the case and pick your favorite weapon

Your hands linger and try to decide

(Pick the rifle love, it will paint the walls prettier than the hand gun)

Raise it to your head and stammer out goodbyes

Pull the trigger and the lies vanish

Blood spattered on the walls write out your epitaph

"Lovely Mother, said she'd never hurt another.  All she wanted was the best.  Husband beat her, and her Daddy couldn't see her, for her Husband kept her locked in the nest.  She had a baby, thought she could save her marriage.  But sadly she was wrong.  All of his lies and all of her troubles have built up, and it's time for her to say so long."

Tragedy strikes the town

And the baby squirms in its crib

It begins to cry, bye bye Mommy

I'll never forget the night you died.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this about my Mother, although, considering that I was a baby..I'm not really quite sure what she felt the day that she took her life.  It's just what I assume.

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Grady Smith's picture

Awesome poem. So heart felt and amazing. Out of about 10 of yours that I read, this one stand out as my hands down favorite.