Sometimes the innocence of youth
can be terrible, to tell you the truth.
To choose a partner for all the wrong reasons,
and stay together for too many seasons.
The violence, the anger, the terrible fear...
No good, worthless, 'tis all I hear.
Hide in the shadows, afraid of the light,
run for safety in the middle of the night.
The new life was but only a feather
when you determined it would not be - ever.
The darkest hour was yet to come,
when the most evil thing you've done.
With blood on your hands,
how you loved to take the stands.
Actions so violent and indescribable -
you sowed fear and pain at will.
How dead can a living person be?
This shell, this body, was this really me?
My soul has shrivelled, my mind almost gone.
Sunshine, love and happiness, there was none.
Somewhere deep within came the stirr of choices,
but it was hard, with too many voices.
Finally the voice of reason has spoken:
This vow will have to be broken.
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