You or Me
Woke up to the realisation that the strife I have endured was not an infliction of the Gods,
So it is paramount to them that we should never be at odds.
Everything merely exists based on these self inflicted wounds.
Wounds that will not heal,
No matter how far time stretches,
They profusely continue to weep, crack and peel.
It was you who did this to me.
You inside this bereaved body,
A person that at a glimpse is but a shell of who they should be,
But all in all you were just created to destroy me.
Over the years I took you in my grasp,
Issued you with the pennants of my wrath.
But even now as I harshly stair into the depths of your eyes,
Having once sparkled now becoming so bitterly cold.
The pools have not calmed only surpassed all emotion,
Lost on that vast deep blue ocean.
Darkness has prevailed in winning over your heart.
This wretched demon within, has left you tense and fraught.
I hate myself because I am you.
You claimed my soul,
Leaving me lost to wonder in the world alone.
No guide, no heart,
Devoid of all passion or love.
© 2011 Alana Bembridge