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Broken Promises...

By Trish MacQueen

Topics: Poetry Source: AllPoetry Original source

Night after night, you come home drunk, and smelling like a perfumed skunk. You tell me that, it's all my fault, and when I disagree, you commit assault. With two black eyes and a busted lip, a broken arm, and a fractured hip. I tell my family that I had a fall, and lie to my friends, at every call. I've lived with you, for over ten years, yet every night, I still hide my fears. Now, you've become the man I despise, and every day, I plan for your demise. One night, you'll be sound asleep in bed, and I will place a gun, to your fat head. With memories of broken promises, since we wed, I'll pull the trigger, and BANG....you're dead.Poet's Note: I wrote this one night after watching a documentary on abuse on the tele. Written April 13th, 2002 © on Apr 13 2002 02:06 PM PST   0 • 8

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