My fight to survive

Before I go

Before I got to go .I have to say
You won't hurt me anymore .
I cried and lied to stay alive. But you
Came back for more .

I learnt to fight with out a knife .
My only weapon was my life .for this
I fought some more.
The only reason you left was because
I closed the door ....

Poetry by dee quirke
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Written on 2021-02-23 at 15:19

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They left because you shut the door, but all that said after you had to go. Cleverly written.