Why Baby Why...
did you come home late and drunk each night?
with I your wife did you always choose to fight?
each time upon me you inflicted another blight
every morning in shame I had to cover another black and blue site
Why Baby Why...
did you always make answering my questions appear a horrid task?
did you see fit to make me afraid of anything to ask?
each physical argument upon me blazed my old friend sorrow's path
every stinging punch and insulting word another ache and pain inflicted from the very bowels of your half baked wrath
Why Baby Why...
did you one night choose to come home and at my head point a gun?
did you really think I would take that final act like all the others before, in stride and twisted fun?
What was the purpose behind your wanting to kill me?
Had you really become so blind that my love you could no longer feel or see?
Why Baby Why...
now so long after I am free and you are gone do you still continually haunt me in every thought and dream?
can I still not be totally free of you and the want and need to uncontrollably cry and scream?
each night that I am alone the ghastly reminisces of you become the worst regressing and losing me in the annals of memory's sorrowed space
each time that I look deepest within myself I cower in fear, sorrow and regret for my heart still echos with our love now dispersed and my eyes still mirror your face
Why Baby Why...
a question I now direct only unto my self
(c)2004
~The Enigma Of Life~
Author notes
Yes, this is a true tale from my past! Yes, I still wonder what if, but never would I go back! I am EUPHORICALLY remarried to a SUPER guy! Don't be afraid to say what you think and feel!
Written June 7th, 2004
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A contest entry
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304 points, ended September 30, 2004, 11 entries
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great write!
I'm srry that you had to go through something like that. Nobody deserves to. This is a great write you have here, very emotional, I loved it, keep up the good work and good luck in the contest! -
Show me your friends and I'll show you your future. WOW! WHat a powerful expression of betrayal! Who I pick says something about me and who picked me says something about them. But I have never hit a girlfriend or wife. Nor have I ever resorted to calling any of them a name of any kind, even when I was really pissed off. If you love someone, you won't hurt them. But I'll tell you what, black and blue goes away with time, but words last forever. I have had the most cruel things said about me by angry people (I chose not to say women, because then it infers that being female had something to do with it...) and it hurt to the core. Broken trust that a lover will not hurt us in any real way is the betrayal. I know better, but I wish not another hand would be raised in anger and not another set of lips would part in malice. An awesome write, TEOL. Peace thru love. ET
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Really drives home the lasting psychological damage. I especially like the last line: and my eyes still mirror your face.
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