The Vicious Circle

Thoughts racing around in his mind
circling excuses, trying to find
reasons on reasons, it will not abate
what excuse can she have
2 minutes late

His brutish behaviour to frighten, submit
the rage takes over, never to quit
thinking with fists, elbows and knees
trying to hide inadequacies

The first strike is true, complete surprise
one punch then two, for this fighter no prize
his fists accentuate each syllable
by holding his breath with the punches he'd pull

He says ' I Love You' but this is not true
cos love is not beaten black and blue
he then begs forgiveness, I'm sorry he says
never again on you these hands will I lay
 

So maybe tomorrow his arms will embrace
instead of clenching in anger and striking her face
his plans for dinner and a romantic date
were once again spoiled when she was 2 minutes late ...