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An Ode to Richard (Father and Fiancé)

No more begging you to be reasonable
No more walking on egg shells
No more sitting on the edge of my seat, consumed with apprehension
No more huddled in the corner
No more sobbing my heart out
No more putting on a brave face
No more fearing what mood you were in
No more money (because you stole it all)
No more possessions (because you will not return them)
No more crying out for help in frightened whispers
No more of your family turning a blind eye
No more watching what I have to say
No more teasing me with your fists
No more of your plausible lies
No more presuming the Law would come to the rescue
No more threats
No more being at the receiving end of your substance abuse
No more feeling nauseous deep within my soul
No more my Best Friend
No more clutching my pregnant bulge and begging for a miracle
No more praying for your family to shake some sense into you
No more having my love squandered
No more mistreatment of my kindness and generosity
No more featuring last on your list of priorities
No more hidden agendas
No more robbing me blind, for did I not give, give and give?
No more excuses
No more my Newborn staring at her tear-stained Mother
No more being blamed for your shameful acts
No more mind games
No more exploitation of my painful past
No more playing on my vulnerabilities
No more vulgar accusations
No more hiding behind false smiles
No more My Knight in Shining Armour
No more intimidation
No more destroying what should have been a precious time as a New Mum
No more hope that it was the drugs and not you
No more being stabbed in the back
No more bullying (aren’t you brave picking on defenceless women!)
No more broken promises
No more being taken advantage of
No more yearning for the ‘family’ that could have been
No more forgiveness
No more trusting you “...will put it right”
No more fighting for us
No more pleas (only to fall on deaf ears)
No more witnessing your deranged behaviour
No more staring the enemy in the face
No more manipulation of all those around
No more unwarranted aggression
No more yielding to your crocodile tears
No more shock, regret, disbelief and anguish at yours and your family’s betrayal

No more Fear
No more Nightmares
No more Heartache
No more Sadness
No more thoughts of Trepidation
...............................................................................................................................................................................
one day.