Abused Love; Prayed Hope...

I lie here again,

upon this tired bed shivering

from cold fear.

My pillow,

wet with tears.

My heart is drunk with lies.

The moon, hardly sober

sits half shown in the black sea.

The blood in my body,

flows slowly, almost seeming still st times.

My mind lost in a whirlpol of "why's"??

In my dreams,

I pray.

I pray to be safe and set free.

I pray that my body will

acke from the bruises and cuts.

That my hands will not be used

to protect myself.

Another night passes.

Another day, GONE!

More scars upon my body, mind, soul.

I'm weary and so tired.

I lie here again

in this beat up bed,

my pillow wet with tears.

How much more can I take?

Can I last one more day in his

clutch?

Reviews

[R. P. Coke]

you have captured the pain. and it is well focused. it almost hurts to read it.

[Last Lying Look]

I really like this.
It had a neat edge.
Really great work!
-Elissa