"On The Floor" (Domestic Violence)

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

This is a poem about domestic violence and what my own daughter went through and how she survived.


(Domestic Violence)

Daughter your grown, but very small.

He stood above you, very tall.

The beatings he gave you never showed.

He tried to steal your very soul.

To beat and humiliate was his game.

He was in control, you took his name.


He tore you down, to feel like a man.

He thought you were his,

he gave you a gold band.

Like a dog, he made you sleep on the floor.

No mercy he gave, behind closed doors.


He was afraid that I would find out,

what he was all about.

He wore the mask of “perfect” well,

I never suspected, she was to afraid to tell.


A few years later, she found the strength within,

she left him and came home again.

She packed her things when he wasn't home,

and left quietly through the back door alone.


When her divorce was final, he wouldn't give up.

He would call you and follow you in his truck.

This went on for so long,

He said he had changed, the same old song.


He doesn't have his family, love or wealth.

He is nearing his end in very bad health.

He has no food, shelter or clothes,

but can afford to still put powder up his nose.


His drugs made him paranoid and full of fear.

He looks over his shoulder to see if I'm near.

It's his turn to sleep on the floor,

like the dog he is forever more.


He will shake and shiver when he stands before him,

the son of God, the Father of men.

He can't lie, steal, bully, beat and have his way,

when he stands before God on Judgment Day.


He will cry and scream and beg for mercy he won't get.

He didn't give my daughter any, when she begged for it.

The wrath of God cannot be denied.

He will have to pay and he knows why.

He will be punished and much, much more.

He will know what it's like to sleep on the floor.




Submitted: December 18, 2014

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No form of abuse-- whether to children, animals or anyone else-- should be tolerated. What makes one person more superior than another? Nothing; but abuse in all forms still happens, as though people believe they have the right to harm another. This piece was very eye-opening: to be treated like a "dog" by someone you care about would really damage your self-respect, but she rose to her feet and did the near-impossible feat of standing up for herself, showing her strength and not letting the b*****d get away with what he was doing. It's not so nice when it's you who is being treated like filth and having to look over your shoulder at every move: maybe if people realised the effect they could have on people, they wouldn't abuse them... but, then again, maybe they wouldn't :S The rhyming scheme was good and it was sadly a realistic story that many people face. The imagery was good and hopefully it'll make people think before they speak or act. It can't have been easy to write, so thank you very much for sharing :)

Wed, December 31st, 2014 10:09pm


You are so welcome, and thank you for understanding how hard that was. It needed to be written and seen and maybe someone else in that type of situation could benefit from it or at least not feel alone.

Wed, June 10th, 2015 1:45pm


Thank you so much for understanding the pain of writing this poem and commenting.

Thu, January 1st, 2015 2:16am

Lisa Ayers

Even though this was a heartbreaking subject, I like the way she stood up for herself and had the courage to leave. That gives such a tragedy some hope, well done.

Thu, January 1st, 2015 5:28am


It was so heartbreaking for me because even when your children are grown, you still think of them as children.
Thank God she had the strength to leave! I wish that more people who are abused could realize that there are other options out there and that their situations are not hopeless.

Thu, January 1st, 2015 1:49pm

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