Abusive Monsters

In the summer of sixty-two
I protected and saved her
From that abusive monster
She foolishly fell in love with.
I put him where he deserved to be
Dead in the grave, finished forever.
But she testified against me,
Helped to put me in prison,
And found another monster
To use and batter her.
She wrote me in prison,
A tear-stained letter,
About her latest monster
And apologized to me.
I never wrote her back.

Bob Boyd

Author: BobBoyd

79, cancer survivor, work out 3 times a week, ride my exercise bike 2 hours daily. Began writing poetry October 2023, living in Greensboro, North Carolina, retired and enjoying a reclusive, solo, ever seeking knowledge life. View all posts by BobBoyd