Cruel Intentions
Treated you like a queen
Thoughts all pure and serene
Left for dead like you're nothing more than garbage
Scattered possessions strewn amongst devastating carnage
Holding on within an inch of your life
Not sure how you survived the wrath of each jab of that knife
You hear a noise, did he come back to finish the job?
Can barely breathe let alone uncontrollably sob
Scavengers hover above in the sky
There's no time to comprehend or question why
Slow your shallow breathing, you need to survive
Glance up at the sun, somehow you keep hope alive
You'll surely die if you lie waiting in isolation for help
Get your wits about you, fully intact is your scalp
Lifeless is your body, you've never been this weak
Adrenaline kicks in and suddenly your furthest from meek
Slowly by the grace of God you made it to a road
Now into hands of professionals your life you unload
You pulled through and can't help but feel shame although it wasn't your sin
Alive, but feel defeated did you really win?
This wasn't your fault, you weren't to blame
This life altering traumatization, you'll surely never view things the same
With time comes healing although your innocence you can't gain back
You're irreplaceable and somehow you'll get your life on track
Hopefully you can help save another from a similar fate
How can one soul be consumed by so much hate?
With his hidden agenda, polluted are thoughts now furthest from clean
How could anyone's intentions be so cruel or mean?
Copyright © Melissa Tracy | Year Posted 2018
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