Battered
Battered
March 18, 2014 at 4:37am
Bruised ,blemished, blamed,befell,
caught beneath your angry spell,
Bequeathed to you my battered soul.
I have withstood your angry hell,
My face that tempts the fatal blow;
Battered by reckless insecurities.
My eyes tell- tales
where err I go.
Passion's blow or furious fist-?
I can no longer live with this;
My absence, shall the fire quell.
How now ,I bow out gracefully,?
When there's nothing beautiful
left to show.
Copyright © Vicki Acquah | Year Posted 2014
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