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