Night of Terror

Night of Terror

A Poem by BikerAngie
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Domestic violence can be gotten out of! We must educate Ladies and men that they are worthy of being treated with respect and love.

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I looked into the darkness
Not a light in sight
No moon
Nor star appeared
Totally void of anything


I looked into your eyes
The same darkness stared back at me
You laid beside me void of emotion
You were my husband
You swore your un-dieing love to me


Flowers, cards, and trinkets
Sweet words of tenderness whispered in my ear
Loving caresses forgotten
As I lay there numb
From your fingers around my throat


Heart pounding thinking of my son downstairs
Wondering will I ever see him again
To tell him I love him
Fearing what will happen to him
Held hostage


Threats to me and my son
Enough to keep me in line
I lay there not moving as you sleep
Peaceful like a baby
While I lay there terror


The darkness over takes me
As I listen to your favorite song
“Momma’s gotta to die tonight”
Playing on the CD repeat all night

© 2012 BikerAngie


Author's Note

BikerAngie
Unfortunately this poem is true and happened to me. I am a survivor I am not a victim, but only because I got out. For many the cycle continues. Please help support your local domestic violence shelter

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Pax
wow....you must be strong to got out early as possible...
just be strong...

Posted 12 Years Ago


Woah, that's a powerful poem. It broke my heart just reading it. You are great at transferring emotion to the reader. Amazing piece.
~Rae

Posted 12 Years Ago


full of sincerity and intensity ..words speak of what went with you at that time...very well described.

Posted 12 Years Ago


Scurry. Just the title is what kept me going forward. :) It sounded cool and I was correct. Great job! :) Wait...it was kinda bad at one point but still coolio!

Posted 12 Years Ago


The last four lines make this poem. The only good thing about dark times are the stories we carry on to tell. Well done

Posted 12 Years Ago


Wow...this is so devastating. Thank goodness you escaped. Great piece of poetry.

Posted 12 Years Ago


I have to agree with everything everyone said!! very intense!

Posted 12 Years Ago


wow! this was intense lol. especially the last stanza. great work, really! you are great at poetry :)
-mariah

Posted 12 Years Ago


Wow! Scarey indeed. I'm glad you survived. Loved the way you've formed this emotion of terror. I found it very captivating.
I see you're back in the metal shop ;)

Posted 12 Years Ago



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