Another Sunday, Another Slap.
Posted on Tuesday 25th August 2009 2:09 pm
Silence is a beutiful sound
I dont seem to have heard before
Relaxing in a chair
I listen somemore,
But thats when the bell goes
And you storm through the door
You call me a whore
and drag me onto the floor
The beutiful silence has gone
as you kick me on the floor
my ribs are killing me as I stand
And beg you "PLEASE! NO MORE!"
But thats when you backhand me
On your breath I smell beer
Your slaming my head on the wall
I hear a painfull ringing in my ear,
I get a hold of the phone
to try and dial 999
You chase me and grab it off me
Just in time,
When I had a chance
I escaped out of the door
by my hair I got dragged back in
and you punched me somemore
As I start to feel faint
That beutifull noise comes back
I suppose I just gave up
I should have never took you back.



Nicola Beckett
Sun 27th Sep 2009 18:27
Sarah
I love your poetry and can relate to it a lot. It's rythmical and very musical. Your blog entry on 25th August makes me know that I'm not alone with the experiences I have had. I especially like your poem 'Gods got my back'. Keep writing, keep believing in yourself and keep holding on to your dreams............. lol X Nic