What was I to you?
A husband, partner, lover?
NO, Nothing but a symbol.
A means for you to achieve.
Paraded about at parties tied to your side.
On a twisted leash of harshness.
A pet to be called and teased in front of a
"Look he's tamed, does he bite?"
"Why No he can't bite, he's had his heart removed!"
Her shrill laughter adding to the bitterness.
My will long ago caged, by a golden ring.
This was my bed I made.
My dreams crushed years ago.
My heart torn and twisted by a vile coldness
that is my existence now.
A world of grey, the colours long gone
along with any warmth.
Yet I can't hate her, I accept her torment as
my reward for her pleasure.
I can't speak against her, the very words drift
off the end of my tongue as dust.
this is my own self made prison and I am
sentenced to Life.
One day we parted.... a door opened and I
stepped out into a colourful world.
The wind through my hair once more.
I stopped, I had no will to move.
I was lost as a person.