My Pain Is My Own
My life I leave without a fight
Those vile creatures in their spite
Have taken hold of all I own
And dragged me back to where they roam
The forests of the night.
Their eyes aglow with bestial greed
They slither round at sickening speed
Their sympathy is no defence
Their clamouring but a mere pretence
It‘s my raw grief they need.
It’s me they crave but not my flesh
These weeping wounds that bleed afresh
But lubricate the coiling mesh
That tight encircles me.
They feast upon my fear and pain
And stoke the embers yet again
To full blown tragedy.
Yet still no tears have I let flow
The bleak despair I’ll never show
That they would have me cede
Should I find arms to confort me
So loving and strong they'd have to be
Seeking not to stem the bleed.
4/12/20
126 words
Copyright © Tansy Roekaerts | Year Posted 2020
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