After Fists and Pain Inflicted

Escalated abuse,
Is not love.
To be used and tormented...
Is an addiction to be loathed.
But those cloaked within this need,
Can not see the danger...
Feeding these mindless deeds.

And domesticated violence,
One accepts to receive agony...
Remains a sickness wished!
To attract a slow suicide,
One excuses and accepts...
To forgive and forget.

With Hopes for a shared happiness,
To reminisce.
After fists and pain inflicted...
Heals!
But the re-occurrence reveals,
Not a mending but a killing...
Of a relationship!

Dedicated to:
Robin!

'Why? Ask yourself,
Do you need this?
And if you are entertained by it!
Is your fame maintained...
Worth the pain you sustain? '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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