FredPeyer

Time to Leave

Silence

Blessed Silence

Eyes tightly closed

Long devoid of tears

One hand cradling her

Aching swollen jaw

 

The other one gingerly

Holding her torn

Nightgown together

She huddles in the

Corner of her bedroom

He is gone

 

Within the darkness of

Her fear, anger, and hate

Despite the pain and despondence

There still flickers a tiny little

Flame of hope

Maybe even of love

 

He didn’t mean it

It was the alcohol

Without a job he takes

His anger out on me

He did tell me

He loved me

 

But deep within her

Own soul she knows

He will not change

Words mean nothing

His actions tell her

It’s time to leave