I can’t run
From you, the fear
Of my soul.
You have destroyed my
Pureness and innocence, and I
Am terrified of you.
From the very moment
You touched my back,
You became the
Lowest of low, the
Black animal that invades
All my dazzlingly pure thoughts,
White as ivory.
My soul cries out to be saved
From this terror,
But even God and
His heavenly host do not
Listen to my pain-filled
Sobs;
They have better things to do
Than listen to me,
While I still have to
Look at you with
My usual mix of
Horror and disgust when God
Praises you for your
Life-long devotion
To Him.
Well, I never expected to be pitied
By anyone, anyway.
No one listens to me, the outcast,
But you, a pillar of the community,
Will they listen to.
You, after all, are perfect
And blameless.
Author notes
This is a turning point in my writing career, for my writing is turning more dark and adult
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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It's horrible if you have a stalker or someone who is obsessed with you all the time, just do what they do... It's hurtful, scary and confusing. Especially when they play mind games on you, been there. Also how you feel God and others accept him/her but not you, it's hurtful and it also makes you resentful. Thanks for sharing keep up the good work.
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