Night of Terror

Night of Terror

A Poem by BikerAngie
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Domestic violence can be gotten out of! We must educate Ladies and men that they are worthy of being treated with respect and love.

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I looked into the darkness
Not a light in sight
No moon
Nor star appeared
Totally void of anything


I looked into your eyes
The same darkness stared back at me
You laid beside me void of emotion
You were my husband
You swore your un-dieing love to me


Flowers, cards, and trinkets
Sweet words of tenderness whispered in my ear
Loving caresses forgotten
As I lay there numb
From your fingers around my throat


Heart pounding thinking of my son downstairs
Wondering will I ever see him again
To tell him I love him
Fearing what will happen to him
Held hostage


Threats to me and my son
Enough to keep me in line
I lay there not moving as you sleep
Peaceful like a baby
While I lay there terror


The darkness over takes me
As I listen to your favorite song
“Momma’s gotta to die tonight”
Playing on the CD repeat all night

© 2012 BikerAngie


Author's Note

BikerAngie
Unfortunately this poem is true and happened to me. I am a survivor I am not a victim, but only because I got out. For many the cycle continues. Please help support your local domestic violence shelter

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Pax
wow....you must be strong to got out early as possible...
just be strong...

Posted 7 Years Ago


Woah, that's a powerful poem. It broke my heart just reading it. You are great at transferring emotion to the reader. Amazing piece.
~Rae

Posted 7 Years Ago


full of sincerity and intensity ..words speak of what went with you at that time...very well described.

Posted 7 Years Ago


Scurry. Just the title is what kept me going forward. :) It sounded cool and I was correct. Great job! :) Wait...it was kinda bad at one point but still coolio!

Posted 7 Years Ago


The last four lines make this poem. The only good thing about dark times are the stories we carry on to tell. Well done

Posted 7 Years Ago


Wow...this is so devastating. Thank goodness you escaped. Great piece of poetry.

Posted 7 Years Ago


I have to agree with everything everyone said!! very intense!

Posted 7 Years Ago


wow! this was intense lol. especially the last stanza. great work, really! you are great at poetry :)
-mariah

Posted 7 Years Ago


Wow! Scarey indeed. I'm glad you survived. Loved the way you've formed this emotion of terror. I found it very captivating.
I see you're back in the metal shop ;)

Posted 7 Years Ago



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