18. Wretched Confessions
I fled from the mountains, away from his grasp,
Escaping the trees that never seem to lapse.
Seeking solace far from lakes of my transgressions,
While the moon's gaze follows my wretched confessions.
Tell me, what could I have possibly done?
Alone and abandoned, no guidance, no one.
Young and naive, lost in the world's embrace,
Clueless, defenseless, and caught in his chase.
Tell me, should I have confided in another?
I did, I opened up, I revealed the smother.
When he grew enraged, his kindness took flight,
Seeking solace in me, causing havoc in the night.
Tell me, what should I have done in this plight?
I gave him my all, striving to ignite
His happiness, like fairies hidden in the deep,
Swallowing my pain, secrets I vowed to keep.
Tell me, should I have turned a deaf ear,
Allowing his words to shatter, to sear?
Should I have gathered the fragments in silence,
While he hurled false words, a cruel defiance?
Tell me, should I have chosen blindness to his deeds,
Ignored the truth, the pain that my heart still bleeds?
Should I have turned away from his sinful delight,
As he indulged, casting shadows into the night?
Tell me, should I have remained still as he shattered me,
Silently endured as he tightened his grip, unable to flee?
Should I have concealed my scars with layers of disguise,
Suffered in silence, bound by my solemnized ties?
Tell me, was it wrong to take a shard from the broken vase,
And pierce it through his eyes, his gaze a painful haze?
To slice him apart with the knife that caused my fear,
To keep him asleep, to finally seize my freedom near?
Tell me, am I condemned, labeled a sinner in this act,
For trapping him in a sack, a mirror of his own attack?
As I walked to the lakes, my breath hitched with a release,
To plunge him into sin's depths, my smile a twisted peace.
Tell me, am I a scorned wife for fleeing his grip,
Escaping the endless trees, their shadows, their grip?
Seeking solace distant from the lakes of my transgressions,
While the moon bears witness to my wretched confessions.
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PuisiPoetry. As we venture into the depths of the woods, our voyage leads us into the sylvan realm where languishing nymphs reside, burdened by sorrow and constrained to silence for it holds secrets that will cause havoc once unraveled. In the gardens wh...
