You turn your face away,
cringing at his misdeeds,
unable to watch a soul broken,
or a body that now bleeds.

He darkens your conscience with empty words,
to soothe a guilt ridden soul,
that can't bear to stand witness,
or acknowledge its own brutal role.

Closing your eyes does nothing,
it doesn't alleviate my pain,
or stop the strategic swing of a fist,
that has everything to gain.

You know that this is suffering,
you feel the unvoiced cries,
you grit your teeth amidst the blood spatter,
and purge yourself with his lies.

"He really does love you deeply",
you whisper emphatically in my ear,
as if it erases the pain and torture,
and soothes the sting of your fear.

You're the apathetic bystander,
who wants his guilt absolved,
for the violence to disappear,
and the yearning to be resolved.

But you won't question your master,
for we both know what it will cost,
I don't need the sympathy of his brethren,
for you helped destroy what i've lost.

~ Shae Leigh
11th-November-2001

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