12/05/2017
How dare you
Tell me how I ought
To grieve;
That it mustn't phase me
If I never report
What I endured.
How dare you
Assume that I am fine
Simply because I never once
Outwardly displayed
What tore at my insides.
How could you
Never apologise for
Throwing such hateful things
My way?
How is it your actions
Never bothered you;
Never haunted you
Until this day?
How could you
Believe only your
Response was valid;
That it was excusable of you
To grow vindictive with me,
And for your heart
To become pallid.
But now that all
Is said and done,
I pray you finally see,
That by disregarding my security,
You have burned the bridge with me.
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Charcoal Skies
Poesie❝IF I CANNOT WRITE OF MY WOES AND I CANNOT WRITE TO SAVE THE WORLD, THEN WHAT, DARE I ASK, IS THE POINT OF WRITING AT ALL?❞ A collection of thoughts, ramblings, and poems detailing the composite materials of a war-torn mind. Not recommended for thos...
