He looks at me with cold dark eyes,
seeing only through wounded lies.
His pain is clear through his breath,
following him like the shadows of death.
He is lost in his own pain,
I can see it in his reign.
For what not his he cant understand,
he rules in only hostile land.
His violence and cruelty born from his own,
as slaves bow to his crooked thrown.
He knows not of right and just,
only of anger’s violent lust.
And this I see as I observe each day,
only for his better each night I pray.
I wish one day this man will remember,
and again allow his heart tender.
But for now I despise his rage,
as I crawl within my cage.
I, a bystander, of what kills me so,
In my veins I feel hate flow.
Author notes
about my bf's dad
A contest entry
- Bring it on by RebelDLine75.
555 points, ended June 28, 2008, 36 entries
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