Black and blue

Bruises, black and blue

some are old, while others new.

At first they hurt, you felt the pain,

they would fade but soon return again.

At night you cried yourself to sleep

The nightmares you had would make you weep.

You hoped tomorrow would be a different day,

maybe then you would want to stay.

In the morning you wake,

the smile on your face is fake,

and soon that smile will fade,

when you see what on the table is laid.

A gun to end your life,

he no longer wanted you to be his wife.

He wanted you lying in a grave,

that way you would always behave.

He had controlled your life, and now your death,

he watched you take your final breath.

As your life ebbed away,

you felt relieved, you were no longer forced to stay.