THE GUN
poem by:
Teresa Skyles
Written
on Nov 07, 2015
It started one very quiet night.
The kids in bed tucked in tight.
I heard a door slam from a car.
He was home from the bar.
Falling down drunk as he came in.
I knew right then I was going to
commit a sin.
He started cussing the kids and
calling them names.
Right then I knew I wasn't playing
his games.
Then he looked at me with a evil eye.
He said "hey b**ch tonight you die".
The day began oh so nice.
I pick up the gun and never thought
twice.
I never thought about what I'd done.
Killed my husband with his own damn gun.
Teresa Skyles 3/24/10
Wrote about a women who couldn't take the abuse anymore.
Tags: deep,
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A previous user commented:
Fuckin A! A restraining order is just a piece of paper. The insidious abuse that goes on behind closed doors no one knows about. Pushed to the limit.stop the madness. Thank you for this
Christopher Russon
commented:
Good poem.
She flipped.
Fadrian Bartley
commented on Feb 09, 2018 at 6:24pm
I LIKE THIS POEM
Frank Hornby .
commented on Apr 20, 2018 at 10:24am
Nobody should put up with abuse!...........it must've been the "final straw,"......
