Happiness
Now it is only a nostalgic word to me
A nine letter word reminding me of what I once was
Before you
I fit the definition to a t
Before you
My life was
Well that is just it
I had a life
Worth living and worth much more than now
Now
Me almost an empty shell
The only remnant of your effect on my life
The aftermath
But I had brought that storm on my self
And others
The innocent bystanders
Undeserving
Stripped of their innocence
Because of me bringing on the storm
I wasn't the only one who had to pay that price
But I alone hold the blame
I never admit that shame
I continue to run away
From you
And by doing that I give you power
To not only destroy my world again
But others too
But I put the blame on you
I was to naive
To stupid to realize what I had done
To myself
To the innocent
It wasn't you who had stripped them of their innocence
But me
The one who brought in the storm
Truth is I don't deserve that nine letter word
A contest entry
- Dark! Love! Hate! Pen it! by darkhawk.
300 points, ended June 11, 2008, 11 entries
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