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What I Did at the End of the Street
A Poem About Domestic Abuse
This poem is not biographical, so please don’t be horrified. I had been going through a dark period, at time of writing, due to some sad and unfortunate personal events, so decided to pen this rather graphic expose on one of our society’s greatest problems.
I originally published this poem elsewhere but felt it would get a wider audience here and that the message still needs sharing.
What I Did at the End of Our Street
I think about days of my childhood
Of steps, I might like to retrace,
All the fun and adventure of boyhood,
And dark thoughts I would rather replace.
With a heart that was oft’ close to breaking
During long fearful nights in my bed,
I thought of the hunger and aching
And dark dreams invading my head.
But now I am back in the present
Once more in a world that has changed,
Most memories no longer pleasant
But of things that were clearly deranged.
