Wails ring through from afar,
Tearing the silence of the night apart.
It was the cry of a woman in deep pain
The echoes of a “sweetheart” in deep pain
Overwhelmed by the pain, she shouts out!
Chocked by his rage, she cries out!
Blows after blows descends mightily on her
But nothing could stop him from dealing with her
Nothing could stop him from giving her more
Every punch seems to fuel his rage even more
Gradually, the sound of her cries drifts away
And her body droops lifelessly in dismay
She lays unconscious, unable to shout
Unable to fight, unable to cry
His Sweetheart was gone!
Hot Flashes of memories began to return
It was then he realised what he had done
But it was too late to be sorry
Too late to change the story
Of how his sweetheart died in his hands.
Another wail rang through from afar
But this time it was his and ‘twas louder than the first
Waking the owls and sending them to flight
All he had lived for and toiled for is gone
You never know what you have until it’s gone
(A brief poetry on the dangers of domestic violence by Joseph Martin Alex)
©2018
