Not by any means

No words fall upon this paper.
Spiteful feelings left untold.
Your actions pierce right through my process,
no witty rhymes or prose to throw.

I tell myself to just start writing
what is meant to be will surely start
but your yanking, cranking "corrections"
deceive the very core that is my heart.

He is cowering and shaking.
Look down upon him, aren't you proud?
Your revenge sets in, oh so sweetly,
the silence so staggering, it's almost loud.

I'm watching, shocked and emotions twisted,
too scared to open my mouth and speak.
Is this what I really signed up for?
My gentle hands now feel so weak.

A type of evil that can't be retracted.
A metaphorical knife plunges in and takes hold;
An abuser will go on abusing
until one strong voice stands up and says no.