On a Lonely Bench

Sitting on a lonely bench, Memories got me blenched, Your heart I tried to clench, Though, the rains got me drenched, From hearts I needed to entrench... Your words not retrenched, From things I wanted to bent, While you often tended to bend, Without letting me mend... You, I tried to fend, You borrowed and erased the times I used to lend, Manipulated and used by you, Pretending to be a friend... From hallows I ascended From errors you descended, My life wished to be attended. Even though, you got me expended, My hands were still extended, Even though, you got me offended... The times I misspended, You still condescended me, Though, the changes were about to be impended, I was still amended, And I was still intended... But, I was not comprehended, Even though, you were condemned and untamed, While I was aimed to be blamed, Still, more thing you wanted to borrow and gain... Although, this is the end, The ways, I will paint, For the pains to get unbended, As I contemplate nature and life, With memories that swayed and portended, As my soul slowly transcended, While sitting on a lonely bench...