My Stolen Concern
When I open my eyes,
She forces them back shut,
There’s something she hides,
I know naught of what.
My anxiety grows,
My corrupt cognition,
Part of me knows,
This is my attrition.
I’m too scared to think,
Too scared of the possibilities,
That she’s on the brink,
Of revealing her hostilities.
I fear my emotions,
Are misguided at best,
Though she’s gained my devotion,
My heart she has wrest
She only wants power,
Attention from a soul,
Whether it’s something she earned,
Or something she stole.
She’s breaking my heart,
Slowly and surely,
I’m falling apart,
So insecurely.
I love her too much,
I’m becoming dependent,
But love is my crutch,
It’s become too ascendant.
I need my life back,
Regain my control,
To end my life’s wrack,
And regain what she stole.
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