BetterA Poem by DarkPoet
It is a long way from where I am to better
But each journey begins with a tiny step Starting now with nothing left for later Realizing there are things I don't have to accept Like love served as a bait for control And words that drilled in fragile heart holes A reason for some to tell of how bad they had it too Without the slightest idea of what you have been through Whippings from bitter fights caused by confronting wicked lies Stares of disgust that draw out hidden tears from the eyes That even when what it was, is dead The voices scream louder within the head One that says that my value and worth is equivalent to that of the trash Since I came from anything but a home He's the best whom if I leave I will end up miserable and alone My genteel frame needed toughening so I deserve everything harsh You seem to have it all, why so sad they asked? But behind closed doors, I was faced with the monster behind the saint's mask That wasted my time and drained my youth And dared me to make the mistake of telling the truth Daily I got t to question my senses As the ingestion of a steady dose of verbal bile broke down my defenses Still, there existed a desire, a hope for better Even if it was but a tiny flicker Narcissus forgot that strength is not averse to the weak Reaching for better began by shutting out when he speaks Steadily refuting in my mind the projected lies and falsehoods Fanning flames that gradually destroyed a confining palace of cedar wood I fought to expel the demons and reach for the sun It was fierce and I was injured but it gets darkest before the dawn It's better now, what I choose to claim Eagerly waiting for when the nightmares, flashbacks will be out of my brain I deserve better, though the damage has been done I deserve better because broken crayons still color I choose better, freedom a thousand times over furlough I choose better, out of brokenness comes a whole on © 2021 DarkPoet |
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Added on August 29, 2021 Last Updated on August 29, 2021 AuthorDarkPoetLagos, NigeriaAboutLife is short Capturing my thoughts All is dark with an occasional glimpse of the sun By my words I may or may not be remembered after I am gone more..Writing
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