Abuse

I have seen the horror of your creation,
Which sucks the marrow from my bones.
I know the danger to my station,
These daily terrors that you condone.
The crushing blows you have delivered,
Wrapped up in cruelty that makes no sense.
My hopes of happiness are all but withered,
No hope of justice or recompense.
The seeds you sow will soon be opened,
They flower with hatred and discontent.
No deed of yours will go unspoken,
The chains that bind me will soon be spent.
When these bonds from you are severed,
My justice served will be slow and measured.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s