Set In Stone
As I lay on my bed sobbing
Not to loud because otherwise I fear he will hear and come
I looked forward to no future
Beyond where he told me all that wasn't
I searched for cracks in what he told
For a second I dared to believe in something
Wished for a world where he was dead
And I was free to be more
As I woke and tentatively walked into another of his days
As I tried not to ignite the alcohol this morning he had drunk
Tried not to become entangled in another of his vindictive webs
I held the dream of what could possibly
As I lay trapped beneath his feet
As what he swore fueled my tears
As I tried to escape the hardest punches
With the very tip of my fingers I held on to hope
As he told me my future was set in stone
As expertly he picked away any sense of self belief
Through the shouts for all the reasons I didn't deserve to exists
A very different cast was being created
As everything he said and done
Rests now in all he touched
I can see the only thing that has been set
Is all he lost
All he failed.
Copyright © Christopher Wellbelove | Year Posted 2007
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