BLACK AND BLUE
Date: Wednesday, 10th July 2002 @ 11:05:24 PM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry
Contributed By: markwells
BLACK AND BLUE
He hates me and the clothes I wear,
He shouts and pulls at my shinny hair.
Tea on the plate, beer on the table,
My life is hell and I’m disabled.
My hobbies are gone and my nick-knacks too,
If I’m seen near them he’ll hit me black and blue.
On my own locked between four walls,
I can’t even answer when my friends knock or call.
I think about freeing my lonely soul,
All this misery has taken its toll.
But I am week and can’t end my hell,
Locked away in a shattered shell.
Please control your anger; control your fists,
Remember the first time we met and kissed.
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