The Poison
A sorrow and a diminish
That has set before my eyes
He says,"It's nothing to worry about"
Yet he doesn't know I can see with his eyes
His heart
And his revenge
I see his love for a woman
For which it is not me
I see he sees me as a small child
Perhaps a toy for his fun and games
I cry at night screaming
Why must he do this to me every night
My heart crashes to the ground
As the knife before my eyes is his own
Why doesn't he see
The pain and anguish I suffer each day
But he knows me too well
He knows I will never leave him
Because he is the blood that flows through my heart
Yet it is a poison with the scent of death
A poison that knows
I will never leave him
A poison that knows
He is overpowering me
And yet they say till death do us part
Death do us part
Copyright © Teresa Harr-Pena | Year Posted 2007
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