Battleground
There was a time this world seemingly had me fooled,
It had me blind and locked in misery,
Therefore, I sort the comfort of loves pacification,
Yet it barely wielded enough attention.
Alas despair was drawn from my lover’s true form,
Which left me bruised battered lost and torn.
I fornicated with the enemy,
I let them walk right in to the battle ground and faced them most predatorily.
Only to lose bitterly in icy vein,
Left reeling to feel as if I had committed such a foul felony,
Continuously locked in vicious jaws of pain.
Pass me.
Pass me by.
Don’t say another word.
Promises were given,
Promises were lost.
Now the river of tears has risen.
Too far for me to fathom,
Just how to break your unfaltering spell,
My weeping heart lays open and all my mind can do is dwell.
If I beg and I plead,
Will u help me bleed?
Help me see the end in sight and let me fall victim to your convincing plight?
A life’s works has led me here,
Like tarot cards,
The fate to the fear.
So break me,
May heaven forsake me, because tonight I died in loves true remedy.
© 2011 Alana Bembridge