Bound By PainA Poem by Alexander CainTonight I was going to commit suicide I went to buy the script that would end my life It was in this dark basement that she lit up my soul I could tell she never got high, but wanted to ease her pain I saw she was pure and would not allow her to become corrupt so I continued my life to save this angel As I take her for a walk she reveals that she is already corrupt I listen in disgust as she explains how her father caused her pain I wonder how a man could hurt this angel. Does he even own a soul? I explained how she saved my life Although in my mind I was still contemplating suicide Was I a coward for wanting to end my life? Compared to her I knew no pain yet I still contemplate suicide As I look in her eyes I can see her soul It is at this moment I realize all beauty is corrupt Even something as pristine as an angel. I went to the basement to erase my pain If a dime bag didn’t work my next plan was suicide My father is a politician and last night proved he is truly corrupt He snuck into my bed in the dead of night and stole my soul He always told me I was his precious angel Now he is the devil who shattered my life The man says he wants to help ease my pain I take the walk because the corrupt cannot become corrupt In the dark night I tell him the secrets of my life He admits to me he was contemplating suicide but I saved his life because I am his angel If he only knew what that word did to my soul I know he means it when he calls me his angel Because when I look in his eyes I can see his soul God sent me this man to ease my pain and for me to save his life He showed me how to survive while corrupt So to him I hand over my life. She is the angel that was sent to save his life He is the one meant to ease her pain and rescue her soul Everybody is corrupt only the desolate commit suicide. © 2015 Alexander Cain |
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Added on November 9, 2015 Last Updated on November 9, 2015 AuthorAlexander CainBowdoinham, MEAboutIm am the one who you look to if you need a shoulder to cry on, but also the person you cross the street to avoid. I am cold hearted and caring. An oxymoron given physical form. more..Writing
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