Treason, my heart suffered treason
At your hand and your doings
When you hit me my heart broke
And on my tears I did choke a question why?
Why did you leave me this way?
A place where I dread to wake
A memory of violence for violence’s sake
That was your mistake
I need to go now
Away from you
I need to leave you
Your heart isn’t true
For if you loved me
You’d have kept me like a precious statue of glass
Your test you didn’t pass
I am going
At last
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sorry, computer is playing up. I was going to end with: really super poem, I found it a captivating read and read it several times. thank you for sharing 🙂 All the best from Baldy 🙂
Thank you 🙂
SORRY,
This is a remarkable poem, one I hope was written in character rather than from personal experience, dear lady. the whole poem was wonderfully delivered but I particularly liked the line :’if you loved me, You’d have kept me like a precious statue of glass’. rea
Unfortunately it is personal experience, both with how I was raised and the guy I ran away to, in order to get away from parental abuse became aggressive near the end of the relationship too, I had just turned 21 when I left him.
bless you, I am sorry to hear that, brighter times now, yes?
Yes, unusually quiet, peaceful, I am finding it a bit of a culture shock that life generally isn’t like that. Paul is lovely, there’s a lot of lovely, friendly, helpful people up here and life is becoming a lot less frightening for me. It’s nice, but I know it sounds weird, it also makes me a little uncomfortable as it’s a little hard to believe that how I was living wasn’t normal for all those years growing up. But I think I will get used to it, slowly am already.
Because of my experiences also, I write about domestic violence a lot in at least half my stories that are in the horror category.