GoneA Poem by Behind blue eyes
I am a woman, a mother, a wife
I am a woman in control of her life If ever they ask that’s what I say Lying, denying to get through the day Wearing a mask weaved from deceit Built on tears and bruises and years of defeat But I should be strong and happy, you see... For I am the lucky one, finally free So why do i feel so backed in corner ? Trapped and tormented by years Of your order So twisted and warped is the way that i think That even my new life is starting to sink All those years of mistrust and hurt and belief Works to decay the sense of relief My freedom’s not real, cos you’ll always be there You moulded my life, and this sense of despair... Is oh so real, ‘cos I’ll never be free Not from you, you’re long gone, but I’m not free from me The damage you did, will always be there Locked in my head, not that you’d care My life may be happy, I may have moved on But I’m not really Me, the real me’s gone © 2016 Behind blue eyesFeatured Review
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Added on September 15, 2016Last Updated on September 15, 2016 AuthorBehind blue eyesUnited KingdomAboutIt's been a long time since I have written, and even longer since I dared to put anything I have written out there for other people to read. A lot of my writing is my way of working through my thought.. more..Writing
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