The barbed cycle of abuse
Spins and turns
The perpetrator roams free
No lessons learnt
Constantly escaping
The scales of justice
Fiercely holding its victim
In its angry clutches
Caught in its web
Of control and manipulation
Bound by a billion threads
Powerless under its jurisdiction
Unable to think
Independently
The persecuted victim
Destroyed psychologically
No immunity to fight
The toxic onslaughts
Be they physical, emotional
Or their own Stockholm-syndrome like thoughts
Effectively caged and imprisonned
From systematic debasement
Lacking the self-belief
To fully escape the situation
The abuser in denial
Anything untoward took place
Adopting the ‘victim’ mentality
Now this spider has fallen from grace
Delusional to the hilt
The lies trip from its tongue
The threats pour forth in a torrent
Now it’s victim has tried to run
But the victim begins to falter
The road ahead unclear
Soiled and slippery from the oil slick
The abuser upon it did smear
Sliding backwards
Into the pit of despair
The victim weakens
Descending there
The arms outstretched
To save this poor mite
Not quite strong enough
To wrench the victim out of its plight
Thus the cycle
Engages once more
Spinning and turning
Just as before.
