You are the artist of anger, marking my body with pain
Deep, inflicted hurt, rising to my skin's surface to stain
Instantly bruising my body, purple, red, black and blue
Why turn on me, when all I have done, I have done for you
I will not fight back, I cower from your abuse
Whatever you will say later, does not matter, there is no excuse
Minutes upon minutes, adding together to make a moment
A moment in time where your anger and hate are well spent
I see you in my face, loud and angry, you scream and yell
I cling to the ground, praying to escape the horrible hell
I have done nothing though, but you blame it all on me
In this moment, I fear I will never be free
You just can't take it any longer, no more, no more
I am frozen with fear, my aches I feel to the core
You are not hurt you say, you claim you didn't hurt me
My pain and bruises must be for only for me to see
You threaten me with violence, and scream so very loud
This is an action that with love, should not be allowed
What did I do I wonder, too afraid to speak or to talk
Frozen with fear, numb with pain, I am afraid to stand and walk
I only have loved you to my best, loved you so, so strong
What has happened with our love, what has gone so terribly wrong
Deborah Cromer
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/afflicted-3/
