Put it away
It’s past the time
for you to escape
the fear
the hoping
the wish
that it will change.
It won’t.
The drinking
The shouting
The hitting
The habit.
It’s routine.
Routines don’t change.
That dream
That picket fence
That reflection in your rosy shades
will never be reality.
The reflection behind your shades
will always be blue and black.
Walk away
Put away
that dream
and claim
life.
Now should i ask?”
Observation, Chris.
Now that’s good piece of news, however sad that you had to witness, I’ve live nightmare both side, also sad…..
Kiss Kiss
Indeed. Blessings on you.
nicely done in regards to the cycle of physical abuse. one needs to claim ones power over it.
and a whole lot of support.
good poetry plus extremely good advice
Thank you.
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Abuse – so sad. Bullying at it’s worst.
Great poem, great message.
Thanks. Bullying at its most intimate, at least.