by Amanda Jane Smith
(Brighouse, West Yorkshire, UK)

I ask the same question
Again and again,
Of the monster In front of me
And what he became.

Once I loved this man
When he was fun and game,
All the bad things he did
But never took any blame.

The beatings and arguing
That went on everyday.
Screaming and shouting
With a lot of words to say.

Bang goes the front door
And to the pub he would stray.
Never could face his problems
Always drank them away.

He was a control freak,
Trying to make me obey.
Now the tables have turned
Am leaving him today.

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