Thursday, October 18, 2018

Poem: sitting across from you

I wish they knew.
Even if they knew they wouldn't care.
It is like asking flames to care about the air.
They just ravage and destroy everything in site.

Giving a small children a chilling fright.
I was never given much a chance.
From the gate i never thought my life would last.

I could never imagine all i would make it through.
But it all comes back every time i look at you.
The fact that i have to sit across a table from the ones who tried kill my soul.

This is a strength i pray no one else will ever know.
The anxiety i get, I try an hide it away.
Is the thing that is killing me today.


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