A Vicious Cycle

Domestic Violence (c) Hibr from Flickr. CC BY-NC-SA 2.0

I tried my best to get out of the way
Of his anger that was taught to be love,
But the blows did not stop coming that day.

The moment struck me–jolted me to say
That he had gone too far. I was being tough,
And it was my best try yet. “Get away

From me,” I yelled. “Your behaviour is depraved.”
Hearing just insolence (not the pain),he shoved.
Then the blows did not stop coming that day.

After the hit there was nothing in my brain:
Laid drained on the ground. The Shame: to rise above
I tried, giving my best. Out of the way

Of happiness, I had stumbled. To my dismay
My chosen knight was a boxer in gloves
Whose blows did not stop coming. On that day

I knew my mistake. The day after, I lay
With him. He was sorry; I believed his bluff.
I try my best to stay out of his way
But the blows may not stop coming today.