Consideration
Consideration is a crown,
she gave up for the dead,
but rotting in her ears
are the whispers of her dread.
The ghost is talking softly and
she cannot get the feeling from her head.
That she cut her hand of love just to
spite the boy who ran away
from everything she bled.
Her mothers eyes destroying cries of
everything she said.
Her father looking at her with experience she once fed.
Her soul is creeping back and she chooses what to mend
The lies of rage inside her heart are fizzling to an end
and severing the ties between the bridges of her heart to tongue
the cruelty of her past is done but left a trail of painful crumbs
She never seems to brush away, until she's old and grey.
Copyright © Steve Tomlin | Year Posted 2017
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