A BAD ROMANCE 

By the Urban Poet 

Fist slams down

Vice like grip

Unprovoked

Bruised split lip

What was said?

What was done?

Dinner gone cold?

I had some fun?

Bank card slashed

SIM card ruined

Friends deleted

Trouble brewing

Stay indoors

Can’t go out

Children terrified

Even of the shouts

Got no money

Not of my own

Can’t buy clothes

I’m home alone

Kids at school

Partner out

Shall I run away?

Many doubts

If I stay

Will I survive?

The rows

The violence

Will I stay alive?

Shall I make

One last stand?

Seek help from others?

No more raised hands?

Easier said than done

to choose

But what do I actually

have to lose?

From ‘Rhymes and Reasons’

By ‘Rick’ Varden