Our Dance

Poem about abuse between husband and wife. Notice the meter in the poem.

 

Our Dance.

 

He stammers in, eyes alert

As I realize I’m in doom.

He takes me by the collar,

And swings me ‘round the room.

 

I smelt the booze on his tongue,

My mind my numb and null.

As I heard the grunts and felt the slaps,

He just won’t let me go.

 

We dance like flamingos,

Our dance as no flow

We cannot stop the music,

And we’ll never let go.

 

It’s a crummy dance, I know it well,

I’ve done it once before.

Now again our dance has ended,

And I’m lying on the floor.

Author's Note

short poem, though i can see why people may connect it to "My Father's Waltz".
I assure you I didn't mean to make it like that. I swear it, lol.

Reviews

[Wildecat]

This is a well crafted poem, a pleasure to read your poetry.

[Laura E. Aranda]

I am so sorry you had to write this poem
SO very regretful..........