Trapped in between walls made of stone,
in solitary confinement, left all alone,
left to contemplate my life, sins, and actions,
when life is constricted to a cell there are no distractions.
Some say I just snapped, others that I’m insane,
but all I was trying to do was kill the pain.
For years I lived in torment and in fear,
lived through the yelling and the tears,
the broken bones and the bruises,
in life like this, a girl always loses
her dignity, her strength, her will.
It was the pain I was trying to kill.
Suffering in silence, living in quiet shame,
only I knew where to lay the blame.
One late night I had a long talk with God,
I read his words, how he used a staff and a rod.
“Vengeance is mine”,
I took it to heart, that powerful line.
I only wanted to break the chain,
I just wanted to kill the pain.
He came home the next night,
he was raging mad and looking for a fight.
He had no idea what he was in for
when he came barreling through the door.
Nothing to lose and freedom to gain,
All I wanted to do was kill the pain.
He lay there motionless on the floor,
I felt I had finally settled the score.
They found me with the Magnum in my hand,
I had already taken my stand.
They asked why I done it, they asked me to explain,
I told them that I had finally killed the pain…..
~ By Liz Austin 2018
Born and raised in Upstate NY, Liz is a freelance writer. She has written for websites, blogs, and magazines for the last 10 years. She works as a freelance writer and editor, as well as a proofreader and beta reader for several authors, all the while working on her first book.