BATTERED

I watched a woman vent this day,

She kind of melted – went away,

Her mind in turmoil, lost and sad,

Her husband, mean, had been bad,

Locked up for crimes to her he’d done,

She couldn’t cope – her mind did run,

Stuck in a bond of love and hate,

She wanted him back and couldn’t wait,

Her life imploded although he’d gone,

She longed for him though he’d done her wrong,

What is this shackle of frailty?

A slavery joined to misery,

Abused and battered and missing him,

She’d take it again on every whim.

PTR September 7, 2011