Domestic violence

My dream in life

Is to flee the violence,

I’m sick of living

In complete silence!

I keep holding on

And hope he’ll change,

I’m kidding myself

His actions strange.

He locked himself in today,

Wrote a note on the door

It read ‘go away’.

That to me was almost

An invitation,

To flee the country

Without any communication!

My bag under one arm,

The dog under the other,

I sneak out at night

Darkness my cover.

I left a note on the table

Saying id gone fishing,

Let him get angry!

Something I won’t be missing!