Unhand me woman! Let me be.
I’m leaving now, I have to flee.
I cannot stand another day.
You’ve hurt me so, in every way.
Unhand me now! Unless you stop
then I shall fight until I drop.
Unhand me now, I say again,
I cannot tolerate the pain.
Please let me be, just let me go.
I really used to love you so!
Now you have changed, or maybe not.
Perhaps I earned just what I got.
It may have been my fault, not yours.
Perhaps you really had just cause?
If that’s the case, then please forgive,
but let me go, please let me live!
(I have been happily married to my wife for 43 years now. In that time we have never been violent to one another – maybe the odd harsh word, but not many!!)
The sadness of inflicted pain. It’s heart wrenching.,
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Mentally inflicted pain is the harshest on our souls, some of the deepest scars never repair…..great poem Peter…
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Thank you Ivor.
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A grim situation, but great poem. It has a sing-song quality to it, reminded me a little of Dr Seuss.
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Thank you. Don’t know where it came from, it just did!
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Reblogged this on Dream Big, Dream Often.
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Thank you Danny.
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You are so welcome!!
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Another good poem!
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You are very kind!
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Well, it’s true! I like that your poems are short and quick, but always a surprise!
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