Walking in the door
entering her home
eyes darting round
She wants to be alone
Putting down her bags
stepping round with care
moving through the rooms
hoping he’s not there
And he’s not there
she thinks she’s sorry
she says she’s sorry
she’s always sorry
And he’s not there
she should be sorry
she says she’s sorry
she’s always sorry
Heart is beating fast
later when he comes
he wants to make love
she just wants to run
Sheltering her pain
hiding all her fear
but how she wants to cringe
whenever he is near
Cuz he’s hit her
and he is sorry
he says he’s sorry
he’s always sorry
Yeah he hit her
and he’s so sorry
he says he’s sorry
he’s always sorry
What makes you think that if she loves you
you can do this?
What makes you think that she’ll stay
and suffer through this?
So she left him
and she’s not sorry
she is not sorry
she’s never sorry
Yeah she left him
he is so sorry
he says he’s sorry
forever sorry
Not exactly a cheery topic – but a wonderful poem nonetheless.
Hopefully someone who has suffered from domestic violence will find some help with it.
I loved the hope at the end.
Thank you so much, Chris.