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Was There A Choice?Was there a choice to make? I don't think so! For the fact of the matter is; you see; It wasn't a choice or an ultimatum! Rather, it was what was needed for she! To live a life in fear and pain, Is a very hard thing to do! Especially as the culprit, Is very close to you! So along she plodded every day, Fear inside her second to none! And every time he scared her, Every single time he won! He knew that she was afraid of him, For that was apparent, as it would be! And so he scared her more and more, Until fear was all that she could see! So every day she wavered, And yes, she faltered and fell! Because instead of being happy, She was in a living hell! He would tower over her each time, Eyes wild and riddled in hate, While she, the mother shivered, And worked herself into a fearful state! And her husband stood and looked on, He let it happen every time… The child she bore was annoyed, There was no reason for this crime! So she plodded on in her life, And lived alone in her bedroom, For all she had was hate and fear, Shadowed in a darkened gloom! Screaming, shouting, and abusive; Was the order every day! She could no longer deal with it, He had to go, for her to stay! But when she put it to her husband, That yes, it was her or him! He said he couldn't throw him out, So I guess her son did win! So she moved out and moved on, Became a happy ex-wife, A life of no fear filled hate! But more, a peaceful, calming life! And so her husband was a broken man, For his son moved out and moved on, And now he lives alone in solitude, So tell me, now who won? It wasn't him, never him! For he is a sad man and alone! Because he let his wife be threatened, Abused in the family home! So he chose the son over the wife, Tell me, how sad is that which is true! For he never defended her, ever! And that's one thing he should do! And now the son and the father, Don't get on at all, it's all strife! And all because, simply… He allowed his son to terrify his wife! And what she's always said in life, What goes around comes back to you! Just ask him, who was supposed to love her, What he allowed his son to do! For now he lives with all the abuse, That same abuse from that same son! And now when he looks back… Does he feel shame over what he's done? No, it seems the answer is no! Because he allows it to persist, Takes all the abuse, there is no use; For you'll definitely see his fist! So was there a choice? No!! For she was the wife and mother of her son, But the husband to the wife- Failed to do what was to be done! And that's support his wife, From an abusive, violent son! More, he stood and watched, And now look what he's done! He's alone in an abusive life, Because he allows it to continue on! Abuse, abuse, and violence… Oh yes, but look what he's done! Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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