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.
– i-freebird

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