To have been someone

Basically a short poem about a wife abuser.

To have been someone.

 

 

He never killed. He never made blood.

He has little fortune, now, to have been,

Someone with great riches,

Some who had known him,

How his stories began

 

Of a young man once loved,

Of a child that laughed,

To a man that drunk,

Liquor on his breath.

To a husband that chaffed,

Who’s just asking for death.

 

For at resigning of his sin,

To see his hand that those hit of hate

To glaring at the pale body,

Who had been once so beautiful, to now,

Cold, unfortunate woman of cruel fate

 

Author's Note

I'm not too much of a poet.
Hope you liked it.

Reviews

[Blue Bard]

I like the risk you take of trying to understand the mind of the abuser from the inside, rather than something that could have fell into victimhood. One small thing, it should be drank, not drunk. Good poem.

[Cats Eye]

It was a great write in my opinion I'm quite new to writing peotry. It brings out the fact, that I believe many people don't think ever happens now adays.