Obscura Vision

This is an old work. Three years, to be exact.

The sun glares into my eyes
when in all honesty the clouds are hiding
its view from me, like you hide your lies
from me.
When will I wake up to see the truth,
to realise it is hopeless, you never
wanted me, you aloof---
You dragged me along like a toy, led
me up the stairs whispering to
me in your childish voice that I was a soldier
going up a mountain. Now I just wish I was
dead, but know I wouldn't dare kick the chair [away],
hitting hell's lair, just to get to you. 

I'll plague your nightmares and your dreams, 

until the day I have the courage to break you like you
tore me apart.

Reviews

[Inyourshadow]

Last line - broke me.

Welcome nice to see a fellow Brit, love the depth of emotion in this piece especially kick the chair away visions of hanging hung all around these words. It's painful when a heart is broken to such extent as death becomes an option in order to get revenge.

Keep em' coming