Watching a very public courtroom drama
of telling violence within a relationship.
Unwanted flashbacks race back.
Forty years have passed for this man
then living through the emotional crushing of divorce
whilst clinging to a new relationship
where he has become a punchbag.
A confused and questionably willing punchbag.
For he could physically tear apart
his beautiful and highly sexual aggressor
but instead tries to reason and weep.
Details live in memory but will not
illuminate this tearful heart-torn page.
Time after time. Break up after break up.
Until blatant financial abuse
joins the melee, the final straw.
How does a man deal with this.
Only those seeing the scars and
contrasting no scars could begin to see.
A subject which cannot be talked of.
Humiliation and disgust join heartbreak and apathy.
Nobody understands if it has not invaded their sanity
with its fisticuffs and undermining verbal torture.
Locked away in a period of forgotten pain
though haunting the eyes of tomorrows promise
perceiving the viscious possibility in newfound
loving arms... forever damaged.
Like jolts of electricity memories flood back
watching a very dark and public courtroom drama.