I can't stand this torture.
My blood boils with anger.
How I wish to lash out at your ignorance
But my conscience weighs heavy.
So I keep my mouth shut.
But my pen moves rapidly along this page
For it shall be the only one to know
The depths of my thoughts
And the contempt embeded deep within my heart.
They say that you can even learn from the ignorant
But why do I have such fate
To be bound to this man?
It frustrates me to no end.
For I once had such high expectations
And as I look back, I chuckle bitterly
At the memory of my once hopeful face.
As I look at myself in the mirror
I see a face contorted by failure.
What a twisted test this is.
What a sense of humor lies within fate.
It makes me sick.
It makes my stomach turn.
It makes me viens throb.
It makes my darkness come forth.
I don't want to be here.
I cannot stand his prescene any longer!
No I shall rid myself of his imprisonment
But for this day I will get by
By dreaming of the tress swaying in the cool autumn breeze
And by the birds,
Who sing their songs of freedom as they fly through the cloudless sky.
And by the butterfly who floats from petal to beautiful petal
Of the flowers that spread across the open fields.
For it is only in the presence of nature that I am truely at peace.
It is only when I lay in the pasture facing heaven
And the beams of sunlight shine upon my angry face
That a smile retuns and my heart is purified.
And the chains that bind me to that place melt away.
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