Weapon of Affliction~Poem
Don't wait until it's too late.
Weapon of Affliction
I don't need a little dab smeared of rouge.
The darkest of foundation cannot cover the bruise.
Powerless tears, my eyes no longer care,
Looking up I bestow a dreadful blank stare.
Physical weakness is not my reason,
For my central spirit holds the lesion.
External forced blows somehow I can manage.
Phrases of destruction toward me do the most damage.
No shield to stand ground, a battlefield of scars.
Words spit by rage are sometimes more painful by far.
Cruel echoes of hatred is an emotional overload.
Intimidation is power, my weakness you now know.
I was genuine and cared for all. Why did you not see.
Enduring desolation, thanks to you I even despise me.
Laughter, whispers and a little made up song,
Gone are friends, now with you they tag along.
So callously angry, wishing I could stand up and be brave.
Someday I wish life to repay you for the choices you have made.
©COPYRIGHT March 2012 by lifesparadox
Comments
AUTHORThank you tnderhrt23, I am glad you like it but I'm sorry that you have went through such a hurtful situation. My heart goes out to you.
lifesparadox, I could have written this, it hit that close to home! Wow! I am just speechless!
- AUTHOR
Thank you.. Yes the cruelty is unbelievable and as we get the privilege of sitting back and watching when that time finally comes, although it will not solve anything, we must applaud Karma :)
Karma works, my dear. I have suffered what you describe here, and sometimes can hardly believe the cruelty of it. but people reap what they sow. Give it time.
Pleased to meet you on hubpages
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