She writes of heart and break still felt
Until this day in pools that melt
That fall from eyes that once knew love
The kind that's real that she dreams of
She writes of how some see a body
But blind to her that is somebody
Woman, someone is she that sees
How disrespect treats her blindly
She writes of how she was abused
By patience lacked by him short fused
When words spoken were not enough
He'd demonstrate how rough and tough
She writes of how she would succumb
To pain that rocked and made her numb
By eyes blackened, pummeled and smacked
Beaten with chords upon frail back
She writes how hard she tried to please
Each waking moment and never seized
The moment now to run away
The 30 years it made today
She'll write no more after this day
As he will strike and make her pay
With life her own snuffed out by hate
Unloved, trampled by drunk soul mate
It is estimated that 4,000 woman die each
year from spousal or boyfriend abuse in the
US. Every 15 seconds a man beats a woman
