BASH (spousal abuse)

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JOURNAL #22

remember

fair of thee

he is not

he who rambles on

across another's pitched woo

taking yet another wounded prisoner

of the heart

breathing a lived life shallow

to lift a dirty shot of whiskey

while cursing an unaware and crying woman

do you think her pillow deserves the salty

residue of her blood and tears

it seems so

as the bruises across his silently angry fist

still quietly agree

trust me 'Bash'

it may all be alright now

but in a few days, weeks, months or years

she will leave you

and then the law will have its say

in your miserable unmanly little life

I just can't wait to see her grow the

courage...............

(Nov. 4, 1999)




Author's Notes/Comments: 

saw some show on television about how a woman got away with help from her abusive husband and this poem came to me so clearly.

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