A Twisted Love

Free verse poem of an abusive relationship

Uncertainty is one thing he mastered-
the unknown of when his wrath
would strike-once he was plastered.
Stopping me in my tracks along my path
of finding somewhere safe to hide;
a voice of reason and reckoning
through my feeble mind-I cried.
To make peace; was my reckoning,
calming the storm before he strikes
my toughened cheek from his blows.
The person I loved is nothing of the likes
of this twisted monster I now oppose.
His whispers of a loving nature
only sends me into a sweat,
none from a man but of a creature;
only words of his able threats.
To find the strength to leave in the night
never comes, but only in my dreams
instead I try to make it right
another day-another dream so it seems
If I could plea for one little favor
It would be that he would set me free
A feeling of deep breaths-I would savor
each moment of peace without misery.

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