Darkness was the shroud,
It corrupted my memories.
Anger was the obvious reaction,
and it pushed me away.
The fact remained that I should leave,
but who can decide to forget love?
Even through these hideous nightmares,
I continued on my way.
(the road was him)
I couldn't take it, not the anger,
nor what came afterward.
Then came my own anger,
Drastic--unbidden.
I snapped
(I'm sorry, I couldn't take it)
I screamed
(I never felt so alive)
I fought for my sanity
(I never felt so crazy)
I used force
(I never meant to hurt you)
He never knew that I could retaliate.
(I didn't know I could either)
He knew he could no longer control me.
I just wish I could have controlled myself.
Author notes
Author name: Walls-within
A contest entry
- Closing The Door To Your Past by Viyanna Rosemarie.
1233 points, ended September 21, 2008, 17 entries
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What do you think? Anything I can work on?
Comments
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i love the title! it redeems any modality you needed to push through.
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