There was a time in my life when my future seemed bright,
Nothing could go wrong, everything was so right,
Then one day it changed with the impact of a chair,
The good life was over, maybe it never really was there,
With a rage I'd never seen his face turned obscene
And his anger was swift, as the chair he did lift,
He swung it and hit it repeatedly on the floor,
The wrought iron he twisted till it resembled a chair no more,
I could never prepare for his rage came and went,
Many years on tip toe were soon to be spent,
Ducking when able to get out of his way
Lest he hit me and twist me like the chair that day,
Try as I might to escape his wrath,
There was no escape from his destructive path,
His anger grew and so did my fear,
I tried to run, but there was nobody near,
No one to take me in and be my friend,
So I always came back and endured it again,
Sometimes he was calm and I'd start to relax,
He was in control, but it didn't last,
The violence grew worse, I was strangled and pinned,
My world turned bleak; I knew I'd never win,
As the air in my body was suppressed by his hands,
The room slowly darkened and I knew death was at hand,
When his anger was spent he slowly let go,
I waited in silence hoping no one would know
The horror I lived every day, every night,
Walking on tip toe, living in fright.
Behind closed doors of the average home
Are others like me living the same kind of life,
Their dreams too are shattered, fear rules their life,
I now have left, my freedom attained,
But life as I know it will never be the same,
There is no escape, no freedom inside,
The memories are there and from them I can't hide,
The happiness I wished for can never be,
For just like the chair, you also destroyed me.