Too many years I have dwelled in the realm of woe is me,
frankly I’m tired of it!
I know truly now that I am a victim,
and no matter how much I hate it I can’t change it.
The shell-shock of annihilation is dissipating.
Standing in the misty shadows of what was my life,
I begin to conclude where I went awry,
that my weapons and cunning were deemed useless a long time ago.
Had someone only reached out their hand to help me;
For it was stretched and clamoring in beseechment,
I might have been able to extract them.
But no it was only I who escaped perdition.
I saw the madness in his realm,
knew intimately the viciousness of his anger.
I saw him holding my children above me,
mutilating their innocent vitality;
He is malicious in his vengeance
and chooses not to dress his naked hatred for me.
For years I have been in construction,
fortifying the refuge for my children.
Strengthening my resolve that yes I can recover them,
I knew they would be scathed but I could make it stop,
and attest that they were not entirely unto themselves.
Knowing time is an allegretto tempo,
believing him a faddist demon,
who would reappear to flaunt his work.
Though I feared it to be too late,
I could never acquiesce.
And in my horror I began to butcher
all that I had labored for.
My children are with the monster now.
They choose to be there on their own accord.
Happily cheering, singing praises of father,
leering at me like I’m the beast,
and he giddy in his handy work.
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Almost have this all out..but not quite yet...Still numb but not so mute
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Lots of emotion I will say that. A very florid style that is, perhaps, appropriate to the material but kind of obscures what actually happened. This is more a cry of pain and anger than an analysis of what happened and why.
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i was trembling reading this... it is one of the most intense pieces i have read on here. heartbreakingly sad, but well stated.
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Thank you very much for your kind words...my only wish is that it wasnt true.
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mine too
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