Poem – Limits (By Gary Beck)

Limits

 

You promised

in front of a priest

to love, honor, cherish.

Then you started gambling,

 

When you lost

you started drinking.

The more you lost,

the more you drank.

 

You came home drunk,

yelled and cursed at me.

I had to help you to bed,

but you hit me.

 

Then you started beating me.

I begged you to stop,

but you said: ‘It was my fault’.

 

I talked to my priest,

but he counseled patience.

 

The other night you hit me so hard

I had to go to the hospital.

You promised never again.

 

When I came home you cursed me

for not preparing dinner.

I have nowhere else to go,

but I can’t go on this way.

 

If you hit me again,

I’ll wait until you’re asleep,

take a kitchen knife

and stab you in the heart.

 

[su_beck]