The Last Time *

Go he’d say

Over and over


So many times it was

screamed in my ear,

followed by

his heavy hand


Going wasn’t an option

Only if I had listened

In my gut I knew

Nothing would change

Gonna stay just the same


So many times

thinking it was love,

deep down

knowing it was fear


Gone I’ll be soon enough

Only now finding the courage

Now finding a way to escape

Endng this ‘love’ charade


Finally I obeyed you;

taking my child,

leaving you behind

while you were

out getting drunk.


No longer do I

hold my breath;

now I inhale



oh so



*Note: I started this for which was supposed to to be a quadrille using 44 words in all, excluding the title. I found that I couldn’t limit my words, nor my thoughts. So here you have the end result. (On average, nearly 20 people per minute are physically abused by an intimate partner in the United States. During one year, this equates to more than 10 million women and men. Yes, there is a song. 🌎✌🏻💙 Take care, be safe.

24 thoughts on “The Last Time *

      1. I believe if you’re an artist you will break the rules at some time; and again and again so you end up making the rules ; I’m told it’s an awesome place to be 🙂

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  1. A powerful, and clever write on a very emotive subject. Women (it’s usually women) always make excuses for the abuser. It’s always the woman and the kids who eventually leave the household. It should be the drunken abuser, but it never is.

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    1. That is the worst result, many have to keep moving out of fear their abuser will find them. Then there are the emotional pain and scares to deal with.

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