The Past Poem by Silver Akira

Things never used,
To be this bad.

People wonder why,
She is so sad.

So much pain,
In those much to young eyes.

The man she loved,
She had hurt.

A year of abuse,
Had only been the start.

Fists and words,
Broke his heart.

A whole year he waited,
He prayed.

One day a ring on the phone,
Her voice he heard.

His heart was torn,
For another he was with.

She cried at night,
Wanting to make it right.

At the end of the night,
She hates her plight.