Picture This (I think you can...)
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And so he pretends to be your lover,
'Til his subliminal rage takes over.
Anger and resentment builds, blinding him,
His anger is bright and his wits are dimmed..
He blames you for his own ineptitude,
Resorting to brutal acts and language crude,
And suddenly you become his victim,
Used, battered, abused and accused by him,
You protest and he becomes more irate,
He says women lie and he's filled with hate!
Where you needed love, the back of his hand
Is what you get, so run while you still can!
You do not dare follow where he has led,
For if you cannot run, you'll wind up dead!
Karl Stuart Kline
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/abusing-women/
