You Call This Love?

You Call This Love?

A Poem by anne p. murray- LadeeAnne
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Poem about domestic abuse; a wife abused by her husband

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One cold day in December

the year was 1996

he walked into her life.

Later on, with his kind blue eyes

He asked,“Will you be my wife”?

 

She didn’t listen with her head

She let her heart do all the talking,

then one day he gave the painful blows

and she sent him walking

 

A few days passed and like a fool

she let him back into her life

She said...“I thought you loved me

after all...

you asked me to be your wife”?

 

She thought he had changed

 his promise, merely words said in vain

then he slapped her in her face

Her head, her heart, so filled with pain!

 

 

With his hands around her neck

he sat, watching her bleed

Then he blamed it all on her

but it was him who did the dirty deed

 

His love, his heart

so filled with rage, so mad

“It’s all your fault”, he said

He accused her of being bad

 

She was stripped naked

raw to the bone

Their house, so empty of love

it never felt like a home

 

Her confidence, slowly feigned

Her tears, slowly slipping

gently dripping...

like rain on a window pane

 

Then one day she finally said

“I’m bidding you a lonely farewell

but before you go, I want you to know

'D****t it', you really put me through hell”!

© 2012 anne p. murray- LadeeAnne


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The agony of defeat in the lines of this piece...the words really say everything...and this happens all the time is different house holds...find the way to let go and moving on is the cure...and the ending does that here...

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Added on March 24, 2011
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anne p. murray- LadeeAnne
anne p. murray- LadeeAnne

Birmingham, AL



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I'm not an extraordinary woman, simply put... I'm just a normal, ordinary one. In my private life I am gingerly cautious with the people I meet, but fearless in the words I write. Not an extrove.. more..

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