Evil Woman

(not a nice poem) Evil Woman You are part of me, I wish that were not true. Even now, I long to be lost. I have heard today again, yet one more, reason to believe, your level of hate, had no end. You took from me, everything that you gave. It was never mine at all. You traded me in, for sin… and gained, evil in your bed, hell in your future. Children sacrificed for reasons, personal and specific. Handed over, like baggage at a claim. Left on the curb, to be picked up by strangers, that have use of cast offs, like colorful scarves. I am not angry anymore. I pity you. I have grown passed, the ability for your reach, to touch… I have been washed… clean by grace. I pray, He… saves you too.