Poetry Corner: Sat Here Crying

 

Sat here crying

It wasn’t your place to say goodbye

Not up to you to end it all

You stole so much and you stole the end

Took my pain passed it off as yours

My broken bones you supposedly possess

Talk of hurt you never felt only inflicted

I am your picture in the attic

You live unmarked and burden free

It comes from a page in a book

And from my life, come see, Look!

I have the limp, I have the scars

It is me who flinches and fears the night

Only in my dreams of terror do I drown

You survived and made it through

The tortured times you rained down

My sympathies it must have been so hard

To work tirelessly to crush and kill

And see me walk away breathing, still!

Speak the language and say the words

Take the role, wear the robes and play it well

Tell the stories and see them cower

Once again you take from me and no one knows

Take full possession and curate it well

Learn the details, speak my truth, you tell my story dear

You know longer reign, I no longer fear

 

 

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