Vicious Cycle

Her heart began to pound

When again she heard the sound

Of her mother’s voice screaming

All the kids sit awake

Staring at each other when

Said the youngest child to oldest brother

He’s hurting her again,

Are we just going to sit?

This way that way then the other

Now he has his gun and is chasing mother

The youngest child cries out

God please don’t let him kill our mother

In attempt to distract him

Outside runs brother

He rings the door bell

That did not work so well

This way that way then the other

He still has his gun

Now he’s going to get our brother

This is a vicious cycle

Over and over and over

The vicious cycle

Sheryl K. Platzer-Sartin / i-freebird

Break the viscous cycle of violence. Give someone a reason to feel they can escape because in most domestic abuse is kept hidden well due to fear and hopelessness. Take time to talk with someone. Dig deeper if you suspect something is wrong. NO MORE quick conversations or interviews at the door. The victim is more than likely too terrified to say something is wrong, especially if the abuser is around. NO MORE just ignore. NO MORE looking the other way. NO MORE saying she deserved it because because of her looks and the clothes she is wearing.
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No One is Listening

He doesn’t want to hear you
No one is listening anyway

Just shut up. Shut up now

Just like you heard him holler and say

No one is listening.

He will make up some lie anyway
Save your breath

 save a breath, tomorrow morning and go.

 do not let the lies hide the truth

Be lost not found 

uncouth abound

the scars and bruises, although hidden, will show
Every time that big mouth and fist came down with a blow

Its way past time for you to go

Why are you still here?

As if your life is something you owe

Maybe for once

Well, maybe not, no

Scars tell tales of woe 
Will someone finally know?

Yes, the bruises will show

No one will care, bud in they won’t dare

He will use his career against me

But it’s really an act

He will tell his lies as if they are matter of fact

How will you survive?

Like a bum on skid row?

Oh this fear and this shame

All wound up with his blame

No one will ever want you ya know

You’re battered and lame

He yells loud that it’s so

When he leaves the house with you in tow

He’s making sure you don’t tell a soul

His denial will just add to your damage

No one will listen to you though

For now just shut your mouth and lie low

No one is listening

Right next door

They hear your screams and cries and ignore

Just shut your mouth maybe tomorrow you go

It is because of you this happens

You deserved it, you are low

– Sheryl Platzer-Sartin / i-freebird  © 2014

Sad but True

Lord, I pray

Please keep him away

Do not let him haunt me

With his insane obsessiveness today

Of his insanity denied

Well covered up

So easy for him to hide

One day they did come

They asked him some questions

He lied

How can it be for so many years?

His insanity undiscovered.

How can it be when beneath their noses all truth hovered?


Just who really draws that very fine line?

That line between right and wrong frame of mind


Before I lose my mind

From him I must get away

The nasty mess all of this

Trifling, stifling, abusiveness

Evil he is, just full of resentment and hate

Get away from the control freak before it is too late

Lord knows I have been through this once

This just cannot be my fate

All of his anger and venomous scorn

I would fight the evil type I had sworn

Blame it on his old age

It Is not an excuse

When others speak, he behaves rather obtusely

Then calls his wife names using foul words quite loosely


He will not hear the truth

So he pushed then he shoved

He laid his grimy hands on me

Knock him down hard is all I can think of


I am much better than this

I walk away while I pray

So he lived to see another day

 In his filthy cluttered bliss


While his wife slumps further

Into her raggedy, pissed chair

No decent clothes, no bathing, and tangled up hair

To just stare into space

As her mind slips slowly away

For her good things and strength I still pray

Snap her out of it I tried

But she is too afraid of his rule

To not by it abide

This is what happens when for years you let slide

The abuse of the abuser

Until all you want from this world is to hide

See that he be reported

I tried

The just came and walked through here as if to take it all into stride

He is old

So what can they do?

Is all they seemed to gesture?

As they hurried on through

Sad but true

They did nothing to help her

Would you?

 – Sheryl K. Platzer-Sartin

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Glass Face Clown

Cracked Up Glass Face

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i’m a glass face clown
  i’m wearing a glass mask
Don’t care who’s behind it
 i just do
  Whatever the task

i’m a glass face clown
A token of beauty
With a face painted on
Of a frown
Worn upside down

i’m a glass face clown
 As long as i’m pretty
 Then i’m just a puppet
Do what you will
 While i just have to tough it

i’m a glass face clown
 You think i smile but really i frown
 i’m just wearing it upside down
 i’m just wearing it upside down

This shell, it is numb

No, i’m not really dumb

  i’m wearing this frown upside down

A glass mask that could shatter
But to you this doesn’t matter
 i’m here for you
Just to bruise and to batter

i’m a glass face clown
Wearing a frown upside down

Trapped for this while

Forced to be servile

While i’m wearing this frown upside down

You are fooled by this frown upside down

Do whatever your will
  i will just remain still 

In this mind and spirit

That you think bereft

They are not,
  The real me has left

In in mind I‘m still sound

And I warn you

One day

I will come around 

One day 

I will come around

 Then all of your dirty secrets

Will be out and then found

Your dirty secrets will haunt you

Even when you’re dead in the ground

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– Sheryl K. Platzer-Sartin / i-freebird ®

Copyright © 2012