Ignorance is Bliss

Well this poem is on the contrary of one of my previous poems...

I have been so ignorant

For so long

Loving a man

That terrified her as a child

All I can see

When I think of him

Is the flat wood stick

Waiting

For the breaking point

That happened all too often

When it came in contact

With her precious knees

I see his kind

Gentle face

With the wisdom of age

Replaced

With the drunken rage

It tears me apart

To have to live

With that

The man I love

Was once

A man of aggression

I can never

Get that thought out

Of my head

People do change

But some

Can never be forgiven

I love him

I hate him

I’m torn between

The man

I have known

For all my life

And the man

She’s known

Since the day of her birth

I would have

Been entirely pleased

If I remained

Ignorant forever