An Original Dark Poetry piece about how the fallout from domestic violence impacts on the lives of all those and echoes down the years.
One more year in many lives
Nothing new just steps in time
But still a milestone in mine
When violence causes her to flee
From bruises not so clear to see
The bow breaks from the family tree
This couple cracked under the strain
She never wants that hurt again
Lives left in pieces, forever pain
No father’s face to turn towards
Stranded, lost on lonely shores
Is this one of life’s rich rewards?
The act, it echoes down the years
Nothing left but doubt and fears
At end of days, no end to tears
This life will never be the same
Perhaps I can’t escape my pain
But history won’t repeat again
This is why I doubt myself
A reason that I’ve been through Hell
Why I have no soul to sell.
It’s why I hurt most every day
That I’ve so little left to say
Why I’ve pushed them all away
And hurt all those who ever loved me!
Original Dark Poetry.
Copyright © Craig Detheridge.
2015 – 2017.
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