her hair out of place
bruised on the outside
but broken on the inside
his anger for no reason
theres no call for this treason??
insecure of his manhood
his rage rages on and on
fear abounds, its scent heavy in the air
and all she could do was just stand there....
the torment of the tormentor never seem to cease
he waged his private war as to gain release
finally moments that lasted far to long
found him leaving in his wrong leaving behind an unsettled calm
now all broken, she had taken his place,
he look at her and her swollen face...
and cried MOM

I hope this message isn't taken out of context
it begins with us to stop this maddness
it happens far far to much.

It sure does happen way toooooooooooo much!
Good write!

yes it does,good write