~~~Beaten SCOURGED & Battered by the ones i called my own~~~
What’s life? It’s like a vapour
a little scourging from the sun
and it disappears like a puff of smoke
into the sky. I try to live a life that
is worthwhile and pleasing to
God, I try to help people
In whatever small way I can at all,
going beyond my call of duty
and seldom a word of gratitude
is uttered to me. Instead of being propelled
by these people I call my own.
They trample upon me like
they never knew me. Nothing nice
utters from their lips. Their words
are cold like ice, It seeps through
my body like poisonous venom.
They have formed a colony and together
they all launch deadly missiles at me . They say
all manner of evil against me, when
my precious hands to them I did loan.
Sometimes it makes me feel
so very sad and melancholy. To
see how unbecoming
humans can be, the ones I held
dearly to my heart is the ones
who most times rips its apart.
My heart bleeds and aches in side
to see how all the things I did always
wanting to be the one to show some
care. How deceitful and desperately
wicked the heart of mankind can be.
They have all taken me
to the rocks and bash me continually.
They squeeze me trying to get every bit
of life out of me.
My mind is wounded badly with horrors
of their words. My hands and feet are
so soar I feel like I can just go no more.
I’ve done my best and yet to them
I’ve failed. I’ve been used abused,
refused and now left totally confused.
I have reached my thresh hole
where enough is enough.
say or do shan’t matter to me no more.
Battered and bruised I’d be no more. I’ve
got one friend that really cares “JESUS” and
from now on I will hold his hand and we’ll
walk the last mile together.
Written by: Joanna Chandler
Copyright © 17/04 /2012