With wretchedness you
pluk at my heart strings
fray the bow and bend the cords
With haste you
close the clamps upon my side
With brash and anger you
slam the lid
shove me into darkness
With absence
not more then a thought shed
you leave me to rot
Jan 8, 2014
Jan 8, 2014 at 2:48 AM UTC
With wretchedness you
pluk at my heart strings
fray the bow and bend the cords
With haste you
close the clamps upon my side
With brash and anger you
slam the lid
shove me into darkness
With absence
not more then a thought shed
you leave me to rot
The cruelest among love, harm, hurt, and abandonment is not to be remembered, good or bad.
