She sits at night In a darkly lit room Staring at the clock Face eyes full of gloom. Shaking in her shoes Twitching her right leg Rubbing on her head hands clasped to beg. Afraid for her life Past so horribly torn Memories of madness Wishing she wasn’t born. Happy until she married Life filled with glee Partied with her friends being who she could be. It started in a day Tears flowing fast Never gave a thought That love wouldn’t last. Shouted at and frightened Made to look a fool Confidence gone now laden like a Mule Battered and bruised Bleeding and hurt Scared to look at men Let alone flirt. Time has come again now Terror in her eyes This man she once had loved She now bitterly despised. Spare a thought for women Living in their fears The wife, the person, the mother Should not be full of tears. Violence is a no no there is no need for that go get help to curb your temper and do not be a twat.