Will there ever be an end?

What’s the purpose? What’s the reason?

Does everything really happen in its season?

If so when will be the time

That I can see the reason in the rhyme?

How can I understand why life is so?

How can I find the path on which to go?

When will real freedom come to me?

Something more than the mockery my life has come to be-

What’s so hard about letting me go?

I never wanted to believe he’d stoop so low-

Over and over he proves me wrong

When I think I am finally strong

How can I end his effect on my life?

And find a resolution to my strife?

Why can someone be so bent on revenge

When there is nothing for them to avenge?

How can I stop his cycle of abuse and manipulation?

When his attempts to ruin my life seem such an infatuation?

What will it take to make my life free of him and his anger?

When will he decide that he has put me in enough danger?

How can my life mean so little to him

That revenge is the most important thing?

He professed to love me many times

Showing his “love’ by committing many crimes-

           

Against the one he promised to love

And put nothing else above

Abusing me and my trust-

Letting my soul crumble and turn to dust

Never did it matter to him that he wrecked my spirit

All was ‘complaints’ and he would not hear it

No matter what I did, he blamed me for his pain

My attempts to comfort and love all in vain

For in his mind what I offered was not enough

Always forcing me, and being rough

He wanted to take whatever I couldn’t give

And it wouldn’t matter if I didn’t live

And anger seethes from his every pore

Because I finally walked out the door

But that was not nearly enough to free me from his wrath

Now I am not so sure I took the right path

Living with him could never be

Because he wanted to kill me

But freedom from him seems so far away

I do not know how to get through each day

Knowing that each time I think I see the end

Another attack comes around the bend

Friends, they all claimed to be

But when pressed by him, they all flee

Not even one was left for me

Because in his lies he was so free

No one seemed to question his claims

Blind beyond belief to not see all he does is Blames

Everyone eventually will feel his retaliation’s weight

For no one is perfect enough to escape that fate

Woe to the ones who anger him in these times

For Such practice he has gained playing at his crimes

Knowing too well how to attain revenge for every imagined slight

So that all are in danger who dwell within his sight

How can I get free from his torture and abuse?

What must I do to end his mis-use?

By Mindy Hawk. All rights reserved.