Why I Went Back
Ask why I went back
Frown while prodding fresh bruises
Doubt my drunk doorknob
Judgement gavels land heavy
Crushing not the abuser
Count how many steps
Call into question my tale
Push me to answer
Testimony only counts
When concussed and still bleeding
Raise a keen eyebrow
Sharpen it like cutlery
Press it to my palm
Sympathy dies with each call
Shredded by inconvenience
Blame my attitude
Tell me not to provoke rage
Wince when I explode
A silenced muzzle brings peace
Ending domestic disputes
Say it's such a shame
Clean up my mess one last time
Ask why I went back
Go wheel away the body
Ignoring my children's eyes.
-Charles Michael Averin
it's a style you don't see much
but you do it well
with your poem you bring much
talent to a furry place
love it ^_^