I struggled I fought, I lost
I cried I bled, I lost
I screamed I shouted
And all for what
Listen, see and hear
with your heart your eyes, your ear
See the scars, the blood, hear the pain
All that was lost all that was in vain
Understand what you took,
all that you overlooked
Scarlet, red and pumping
Battering loudly unsteadily
Left scarcely beating
Wound left open, for time to start healing
Understand what you stole
And what you left: a gaping hole
Maybe I'm to blame
Maybe it's my fault I sit here quivering in shame
Maybe it's my fault for finally learning to trust
And all for what; a disgusting misguided lust
Misguided, clouded judgments of youth only striving through such acts uncouth
You think you understand you think you really know
But here I am, and I guess you do truly reap what you sow
YOU ARE READING
Opening
PoetryI stare at the blank page I'm not sure what to write.... A small collection of poems exhibiting my inner most secrets; what's hiding in my soul. An opening... Author: They're not that good but it's just an opening into my innermost thoughts. It def...
