Narrative Poem

Kirsten Presnell

English 2- Block 4

Ms. McKoy

9 October 2013

Love is not Abuse

Sirens ringing in my ear,

Crawling out my eye is a red tear.

I reflected on what happened as medics were trying to save me,

I’m just glad that I got away from him and now I’m free.

There’s blood on my lip,

From that hard kick.

I remember all of the good times, I was his wife,

But he tried to take my life.

I needed to be loved but instead I was a victim of abuse,

And I was not amused.

He was PUNCHING and KICKING!

I was BRUISING and BLEEDING!

How could you beat someone you love?

I thought of that as he shoved.

The carpet burned like fire as I fell to the ground,

That was the hardest pound.

Blood drips from my head,

He just watches instead.

The paramedics try to heal me,

Maybe it’s just not meant to be.

He beat me as bad as a coyote would kill an animal,

I’m sure he broke my mandible.

I have been hurting on the inside as well as the outside for many years,

And of course I shed a lot of tears.

I do not deserve this treatment,

To everyone I met I tried to be sweet.

So many hard things I have been put through,

This is much worse than the flu.

Maybe God wants me in Heaven,

When he punched me I thought of that as I had fallen.

Sirens are ringing in my ear,

Crawling out of my eye is the last red tear.