I have no love left; I am all spent
Between the days waiting for you to come home
And the black eye you give when you do
I had enough!
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A graphic vision of a most vile type of abuse. This is a brilliant verse, LeeAnn.
Life falla in very difficult when it avoids realistic dimensions
Your poetry reflects feel of anguish and anger of a leaving spouse and pretty right too but many times mistakes are from both sides that often go unnoticed and build into this huge mountain that visibly also occludes. thank-you for sharing.
A lovely little piece of poetry! Beautiful