BLOG AGAINST ABUSE

womanabuseprevention

a song

EPITAPH

Home is hell and the hearth is cold
And the only heat I know
Burns in a stranger’s soul

I’m running away from sanctuary
Seeking answers in the night
Fleeing into danger, fearing the light

Hanging on for duty’s sake
When all the love is dead
Sounds like such a noble deed
But it’s messing up my head

I’m running away from sanctuary
Seeking answers in the night
Fleeing into danger, fearing the light

We’ve talked things through so many times
Circling round each others pain
Now the words have lost all meaning
They echo their sad refrain
Not looking for solutions
Just trying to lay the blame
But whether it’s you or me or both of us
The result is just the same

I’m running away from sanctuary
Seeking answers in the night
Fleeing into danger, fearing the light

Battles fought in whispers
Just so the kids won’t hear
Add to the frozen silence
Another type of fear

I’m running away from sanctuary
Seeking answers in the night
Fleeing into danger, fearing the light

My body lies here beside you
Though my heart has taken flight
Because I can’t pick up the pieces
Of another pointless fight

Home is hell and the hearth is cold
And the only heat I know
Burns in a stranger’s soul

I’m running away from sanctuary
Seeking answers in the night
Fleeing into danger, fearing the light

THE DEAD ZONE

The corpse lies here in the silent house, reproaching me with its presence. The exact time of its demise so hard to pinpoint. Its death throes seemed to last forever. “I died from neglect.” It accuses me wordlessly. And though I know that I was not the only one to blame I can’t help wondering if I could have done more to prevent the final, irrevocable outcome.

NO! I did my best! I nursed the ailing patient until my bones ached and my heart grew weary from the effort, performing the kiss of life, as best I could, on numerous occasions; fighting to breathe animation into the doomed and dying creature.; refusing to recognize that its feeble movements and lackluster response mocked the futility of my efforts.

It has been here now for much too long. A pale accusation, pointing judgemental fingers at my beleagured soul. The albatross of my marriage bears me to the ground. Its deadweight threatening to crush my soul.

I am imprisoned by the bars of my wedding vows but just lately the stench of decay, filling my nostrils and stinging my eyes with tears of remorse, has become unbearable.

The burial is long overdue.

Time to call in the undertakers.

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So It Ends

Grief grabs me by the throat
Choking out joy
A river of sadness
Pours from my eyes
I am empty inside
As love dies.

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