Abusive Paranoia

She sits around the fire,

            cracking,

            popping.

Hoping for a chance to speak,

            talk,

            yell,

            scream,

At him for what he has done,

            hit,

            cheated,

            abused,

            broke.

Mouth open trying to speak but nothing,

            silence.

Struggling she tries to move,

            stuck,

            motionless.

He suddenly is next to her, hand up and ready,

            smack,

            slap,

            hit.

As his hand is just about to strike her face she,

            awakes.

In her bed she moves to feel the,

            knife,

            gun.

This is what it has come down to, being frightend,

            always.

He is out on good behavior two years early, so now she just,

            fears.

 

 

Everything going through her mind locking everydoor.

Checking every window.

Sleeping with a knife and a gun under her pillow.

For the rest of her life she will livein this Hell.

Unless he commits more crimes against innocent women and sometimes men,

but whose to say he will be caught?

 

                            Isn't our justice system funny?

Reviews

[Elly Carpenter]

I like this poem for many reasons,I believe this poem is eye opening and unique. I would only recommend more detail for it is to good to end so soon. :)

[lollipop]

you captured how i feel. I was abused by my birthfather,to this day I am still scared to go outside by myself,eventhough its been 10 years.

[Lizy Coale]

i like the rhythym this has and how intense it is. i dont like how it gets broken up between the two stanzas and switches gears, although i do understand why it had to be done that way. i love the question at the end, its haunting :)

[Jibin]

I love the way you wording, Good write.
:)

[lostboy]

funny as hell and not improving. this would be a painful life .

[Sylo's Rose]

i love it sister. it remanid us of our life before our wolf came to us. with his golden eyes. They still make me shiver any how. This is really emotional and indepth detail. I could picture it all. It helped me to see what you see feel and hear. you can tell your little sister stuff to ya know

[Kes]

Hoping for a chance to speak,
talk,
yell,
scream,
At him for what he has done,

I love that bit. Brilliant.
It's awful that these things go on, and that they're just never stopped. It's the job of the justice system to make their pain go away, but it just doesn't work like that. And I want to know why...
I loved this - really got me thinking. =)

[Dahlia Phoenix]

Our justice system is a lack of dumb fuckers in the Supreme Court with donuts and coffee seeing the next interesting case. That's how beautiful our system is and it never ends. I hate it and I condemn anyone who thinks violence can answer the questions of life. Powerful poem.

[George Korolog]

HMMM. I cannot put DreamDaemon on the email tag. It does not register and comes back as invalid. If you want to provide me with an email in which I can send the struture, I can do that.

[George Korolog]

I think that I can write more if I use email instead of putting this down as a review, which I will do in the future.