Maybe I never knew...*

Maybe I always took
                                 this view,
Of a world, how
                         how would I know,
Cracks appear, others,
                                   my own, sewn,
Dominate, suffocate,
                                 love, leave
It's all the same, it's pain,
                                         no continuum, no extremes,
Balancing scales, frails,
                                      trails,
Gravel, grovel, sitting,
                                   I write
Type, my rope, squanders,
                                          wanders, images of
The same girl, oh,
                             she came undone,
A mere child of her time,
                                       now grown,
Yet still, she's sown,
                                she's allowed the stitches,
That choke, joked, laughed,
                                            misled, a dread,
On her knees, plead,
                                 taking her hand,
That promised land, trust, must,
                                                   trust,
Lust, lovers, dust,
                             kicked in her face,
And so they grabbed, pulled,
                                               lulled her to,
The very floor, of the gravel,
                                            you spat,
From engines & tires,
                                  you rushed from me,
Caged,
But this time baby, you did,
                                            you did hold the key,
I'm locked & chained,
                                  breathing in,
The last of air, until back,
                                        sacked,
Trapped within, not the,
                                      confines of mind,
Not that, you took that,
                                     from me,
You see, out of grasp,
                                   you sit, gloat,
Pray & float,
God bless you,
                                            who me?
**** thee.

© Sia Jane