The Day Mufasa Died

A young wife deals with domestic abuse.

You think you’re bad,

You think you’re brave.

The universe should bow down,

Sing praises to your name.

 

You scream and stamp,

Slam doors and growl threats,

But one day you’ll fall,

All your goals unmet.

 

I have just one wish,

That only once more,

You’d sit down and relax,

End this pointless war.

 

But no, never again,

Will we flirt in the garden,

You’ve become someone else,

Your heart has hardened.

 

I dropped out of school,

For you and our son.

I knew it wasn’t right;

We were much too young.

 

Something has changed,

Made you abuse,

I know it’s not you;

It must be the booze.

 

You cry sometimes,

And say you’ll stop,

But then a week later,

Your fist will drop.

 

Oh, sweet true love,

Where have you gone?

Do you even exist?

Or have I been conned?

 

I don’t want to think it,

But I believe I must.

I’m leaving you

I’m breaking our trust.

 

Though it’s already broken,

Smashed beyond repair,

Thrown in a gutter,

For someone else to care.

 

I’m leaving for our son

(Oh, Eli honey, don’t cry.)

He’ll not know a thing,

He’ll not know why.

 

His daddy's a hero,

Don't you know?

Brings candy and toys,

Plays in the snow.

 

But I’m taking him before

You can turn on him,

Before you lose control again,

Crush his skull on a whim.

 

I’m leaving before

I give in to your pride

When the worst day of Eli’s life

Is still the day Mufasa died.

Reviews

[Falling Leaf.]

Beautiful; raw sorrow. Reminds of the book Picture Perfect....Jodi Picult, I think? Anyway, well done!
~Wilted