Paralyzed
Paralyzed
Obscured by an air of grief
Waves of unending gloom
Followed by a deep sense of dread
The world pours itself down an endless pit of doom
Every word belies itself at it's inception
Torn in two by the speaker
A cantacerous clammering inside, yearning for truth
Every day a another lie, making us stronger yet weaker
One moment a feining of the pasts simplicity
An adjure of release or respite
But like every past moment
It is taken by the userper, another fight
This life is not meant for the meek
It is not meant for any child of mine
To have to recount any would leave me speechless
How do I put in words that we are not fine
You will be used
You will be abused
Do not quit but do not be silent
Least they be amused
Take heart, sweetheart
Copyright © Ember Bond | Year Posted 2023
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