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Nov 2014
Ashamed ....

Afraid...

Betrayed ...
That's how I felt..

A love so pure that turned so volatile, a Molotov cocktail...stirred but not shaken.
Waiting to explode in your precious hands.

How does it feel now?
You can only cage an owl for a moment.
They were born to soar alone.

You caused so much pain deep inside
Those scars were nothing worse than the mental clarity you took from me.

You took me away from me
Chasing through the streets trying to find me again...

You won't ever catch her
She won't let you
Not this time...
No
Not this time

Isolated
Alone
Abandoned
Alcoholic

That's what you are...
How do you feel now?
Abuse is never okay. It helps to write about it though. ****** Violence Awareness/Domestic Violence Awareness week is this week. Spread the word and support the cause.
Amy Blanchette
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Amy Blanchette  41/F/Massachusetts
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