Monday, November 1, 2010

Abused Woman

Abused Woman

Abused woman, seems an euphemism -
She runs up the stairs fraught with terror,
from the husband who's quick as a gazelle
and thinks he's as young -
the father of two sons, an airforce pilot and an engineer.

He's been having entrees on the side when the opportunity
presented - there's ever and always 'wins' like the lottery;
which is never but for one or two.
The sated lion now roars and goes in for the kill,
only not knowing what to do but show demented rage
on his face.

No words spoken as time passes in a blur.
The paralysing fear that overcomes her as she hears,
the pounding heart and the rushing blood in her ears.
Her face is red and clammy, like after a good work-out
but this was exertion beyond her age and it wore on her
like a New Yorkers' winter coat.

Instinctively, she picks up a gun - knowing...
its unloaded and points it in defense, hoping
his terror of dying would make him go away.
Somehow he knew that it was not - being the
'dot your i's and cross your t's person.'

He grabbed it and rammed her jaw with the butt as
down to the floor she crumpled in a heap.
Consciousness gained, she was 'read' her rights.
"I beat her in self-defence, as I feared for my life,"
was his defence as off to prison and a life of misery for her,
that awaited.

Who could stand up for her,
but the poet?
In his writings is a tribute to the one needing most love,
but unloved.
Who can love her, this 'poor, pathetic victim?'
Her inner strength is her refuge now.
Coward!  Retribution is coming.

She did everything right but in your eyes,
EVERYTHING was WRONG.

For him, a new mistress 'younger' and 'willing',
promising but a life of uncertainty.


Jason Dhanapalan
9:41 EST
For Abused and hurting women all around the world for I have heard one story too many.

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