Friends had said leave him don’t take the pain
he’ll really hurt you one day!
The young mum knew in her heart it was true
but she loved this man.
His abuse she took thinking it was not meant
both at the age of consent!
Would not admit that she feared her partner
the blows just pressure release.
She also worked the bruises were well hidden
harder now with the kids.
Somehow couldn’t break away from his power
each was a dangerous hour!
One day the tension was impossible to contain
and the violence excelled.
Terrified she left taking the two crying babes
leaving them with relatives.
Her husband had followed the row continued
his anger had truly stewed!
In the street and back in their miserable home
all control was now lost!
Each blow hurt more cries for mercy ignored
this time it never stopped
Then there was no more motion only silence
losing the strength for defence!
He stood without any emotion just indifference
leaving his wife and a mother.
Dead on the carpet at the age of twenty-five
should have had many years.
Laying alone as this man-made his futile retreat
her children never again to meet!
We can only hope justice will be done!
The Foureyed Poet