He grabbed her by the wrist Pushed her to the floor She missed the little kiss Before she'd leave the door
Every day was a fight She couldn't escape He would hurt her She was no longer under his embrace
She lost her kids to the system He had a lot of problems She just wished she could fix them She just didn't know how
His hand bruised her face She had a shiner She'd cry and run but he'd chase But every tear that fell made her a 'whiner'
He grabbed her by the throat And shoved her into the door He held a knife and impaled her Her blood dripping to the floor
He fled outside the door Her body lying on the floor Tears running down her face As she was seeing the light even clearer
He could see her body as he ran Her cries becoming clearer Realising what he'd done Leaving her for dead, battered and bruised
I have to write a poem for a drama piece in school because my teacher really likes my poem and this is it :) It is about a man abusing his wife because we have to use stereotypes but of course it's not always this way. Sorry it's not the best aha.