Collection Of Poems I Have Created

Ends Her Pain

He reaches for yet another can,
He is male, but definitely not a man.
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He grabs her arms and throws her down,
she feels useless, laying there like a clown.
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He aims for a kick to her ribs,
and the babies scream in their cribs.
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She crawls away slowly, hoping there's no more,
he seems to hate her right to the core.
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Pulling a pistol, throwing her life down the drain,
A single jerk of the trigger, she ends her pain.
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(Author's Note: Sorry it's so... dark. But I tend to write in a variety of styles, this happens to be one that caught my attention at the moment. Took me about 2 minutes to come up with, I had previously worked on a poem similar but the only line that's the same is the parts of the last stanza.)