Domestic Violence

What a way to wake up,
Cold and naked under a sheet.
On a slab in a morgue,
With tags on my feet.

Still, I'm away from you,
I'm finally at peace,
From the cruel things you do,
I'm out of your reach.

I never WAS good enough,
Not in your mind,
I gave you my life,
I must have been blind.

I SHOULD have been stronger,
I know that now,
But I trusted you,
And believed in our vow.

All of those years,
Lying to my friends,
Hiding my bruises,
With fashionable trends.

Jealousy brought your monster to life,
With creations all of their own,
It encouraged your hate,
With the seeds it had sown.

In a red mist,
You lunged with a knife.
Just once.
How could you?...my wife.

Now I'm forever yours,
In your mind.
Unsullied and chaste.
...In your evil mind.

In death,
I feel a great calm.
A sense of relief,
Away from your harm.

You can't hurt me,
Not anymore.
Not where I am,
At Heavens door.

Kindness awaits me,
I'm free from your rage,
For I've been released,
From YOUR evil cage.



'More than 40% of domestic violence victims are male'

Dennis Campbell, The Observer, 5th September 2010
The Guardian.co.uk/Domesticviolence