My Poetry: The Sequel | ✔

The Colour Of Your Eyes

How do you describe life?

The way you co-operate with a knife?

When you lay your filthy hands upon your wife

And scream angered profanities before Jesus Christ

How about the way she cries?

Stealing her tears from the sky

Then as it becomes night

She thinks that suicide is what's right

But she thinks of her son

About what he would want

Not fists made from bourbon

Or a mother who almost leaves him

So she tries to defend, to succeed

The son you unforgivingly make bleed

But then she screams

The knife draws too deep

As he rushes to her side

You just watch as she slowly dies

Guilty of your son's cries

Evil, the colour of your eyes

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Well, that escalated. I just wrote whatever came to me and I'm pretty sure I haven't written a poem about domestic/family violence. At least not in this realistic way. I would just like to say that this is a very SERIOUS subject and if you or someone you know is going through this, then please get help before it's too late. Before my poem becomes a reality. I wish there was something I could do, but all I can do is write about it, to bring awareness to it.

Because, violence is NOT okay in any form <3

- Chloe x