WITH THE ANGELS ABOVE

 
I could not forget the words that she said,
Those words of scorn burning in my head.
My days of alcoholic rage and random violence
Lash out to her like a lance.

But still she would forgive those times
That I beat her with my fist and other crimes.
I would watch as she lost all consciousness
Only to awake and forgive my callousness.

Oh, the hate I felt
For one once so loved.
Oh, the love she felt,
Surely she flies
With the angels above.

Nightly, I would drown my shortcomings
In the sweet nectar of my becoming.
Too soon the fire fills my veins,
My hours falling away in the rain.

Nightly, hours spent alone with worry
Only to hear those words, “I’m sorry.”
But I would yell words like “Bitch” and “Whore,”
And in raging anger, I threw her to the floor.

Upon the floor,
Her head had scored,
And she bled out.
What have I done?

Oh, the hate I felt
For one once so loved.
Oh, the love she felt,
Surely she flies
With the angels above.