Reality of Domestic Violence

The cruelest part about it is,
what it has left me in today.
The days are long, so very long.
That night has yet to end.

I remember the horror.
Oh yes, I felt the pain.
The two that helped him,
I barely caught their name.

All that time, all my love
it was, but all, in vein.
I see now that everything,
was just part of his sick game.

There's no happy ending
in my sad tale.
No starry nights,
No ivory veil.

I remember the blows
as I begged for my life.
And for that of my unborn child
who already had so much fight.

If not for my son,
who survived the devastating plight,
there's no doubt in my mind
I wish I would have just died that night.

-Kara O'Neil
RealityofDV.com

NOTE: Poem was formerly titled Interminable Plight