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.