TO LIVE THIS WAY
TO LIVE THIS WAY
{Dori Wheeler © 04oct09}
Time goes on but we never forget
How charming he was at first
Just to get you set
Set on how life would be
All that attention you thought so endearing
No one else had ever showered over me
Over me you constantly stood
Showering me with "love" and charm
Missing the warning signs, things that I should
I should have seen things were not right
Spending all his time with me
Pretty soon friends and family were out of sight
Sight was covered with rose colored glasses
Thinking this is the one
Out of all the masses
Masses of men and I find the one
That controls every move I make
Takes away all of my fun
Fun is something from my distant past
He wants me all to himself
I think to myself, this will really last
Last night I took another beating
The control had esculated
He made me wait on him while he was eating
Eating at my heart and soul
A fist to the face, bruises other's can't see
He's made it so I don't feel whole
Whole world full of good men
But I find the one
That is not even close to a ten
Ten or more times the police have recieved the call
The neighbors hear the ruckus
They also hear me fall
Fall down the stairs I go
After a hefty push
Because his dinner wasn't just so
So I put up with another beating
I try to call the police again
The phone is yanked from the wall, there will be no greeting
Greeting an old friend from years before
She asks where I've been
When I run into her at the store
Store all those memories inside
Things I can't forget even if I try
He's made it so there's no where to hide
To hide myself and our kids
Something you must do
I can't take anymore blackened lids
Lids swollen for the very last time
I can take no more
I know this is a crime
A crime that people get away with every day
Men, women and children
Are beaten down without any say
Say what you will, nobody wants to live this way
A common misconception
It's just not as easy as one might say
Say NO! I'm not taking anymore
I've got the children
And we're out the fucken door
Door's will open and I'll be free
It may take a bit of planning
But this is the last of us that he'll ever see!
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