Elke Nigro - Violence

A shadow of a sad smile upon his lips,
his face, a partial solar eclipse.

My friends tell me there is trouble in
his house,
His abused mother, a violent spouse.

My guy is never rough, so why the black
eye, the swollen cheek?

His answer is a frown,
he does not speak.

Our reflective silence is immense,
almost impenetrable, dense.

I stroke his tender cheek,
His soft, gentle eyes make me weep.

Elke Nigro

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