Final Blow

Le Rack

A trickle of blood exits my nose
A tell-tale sign of those hard blunt blows.
A blackened ring around my eye,
"She walked into a door" (again).
I wish someone would see through the lies.

Must stay mouse-like, or he'll hear.
He'll know they know
And it'll be me, who has the brunt to bear.

Battered and bruised,
I hang my head in shame.
It's my fault.
I fell down the stairs again.
I dropped the hot kettle.
I spoke my mind.

Don't they see?
Do they fear him too?
Maybe this will be the final blow.
Maybe they'll bury me today.

DoctorEdgeWild

Fantastic - I really enjoyed this poem - Nice flow, but not too lilting as to take away from the subject matter. The words used were simple and so effective.

Le Rack

gaud I love praise....
Sh!t I thought out loud again!
Thanx, I'm not one for big flowery language, the odd word here and there but I prefer simple effective words.

ANarcho-Munk

Yeah, it this one is pretty great too. In this one I really liked the phrasing and *how* you put it together, and it's a good issue to make peopel aware of.

Good job

Le Rack

I've never suffered domestic myself or even seen it first hand but I read the biography or the third worst abused child in the history of the USA and it really sticks with you.
I tried to put myself in the victims shoes but noting comes close unless you've experienced it.

ANarcho-Munk

I like the dark sarcasm in it (if thats what you even call it)
And in general I like reading dark noir type poems.
Yup, it's the sarcasm in it that does it for me.

Le Rack

yeah I wanted to make sure the sarcasm was read so I used the italics, and dark is always good!