Looking into the eyes of no one,
realizing that I was alone,
in thought,
in action,
and subsequently would be in life itself.
I made a decision and I was not stealth.
I will do the opposite of everything I see her do,
I will be what she is not to me,
accountable for all I see.
In this,
I will find my own personal liberty.
It is wrong to take a life,
it can't be right,
no matter the strife that you may have felt on that night.
Be it psychological,
be it metaphorical,
be it physical,
be it suicide,
there is no justice for the dead in such a heinous act.
With nothing more than a reactive state of mind,
I decided and I had realized,
I am her, but I cannot be what I see,
for in that, I abhor, what seems a chore, for even more.
What will I do?
I am a witness to you.
My life is forced into do?
In an instant I was,
and could not be,
what I see,
it terrorized me.
I was numb with what was there in plain sight,
for me to have to end up to be at night.
I knew I was right,
to do what was wrong.
Deny the Family Throng!
I try to face the Nightmares,
they take me back to Day-mares,
each night I rack my brain,
I try not to complain,
the memories are just so insane,
reminding me of why I am so drained.
The Daylight hours wane,
I spend most of them in vain,
desperately trying to beat the disdain,
so that I may remain to bare witness to whom has claimed,
they are Ordained.
Why?, Oh Why?,
must People still be,
beating Me for what I have seen?
It's all those fucking memories,
I know that they are key,
I speak with honesty.
I know with absolute certainty,
I have bore witness to atrocities,
of which few believe.
Never asked,
only blamed,
told to feel only shame,
for the deeds of which no one will explain.
I am startled by Humanity,
and it's lack of inquiry into this family.
The years have proven,
that nobody cares for anyone out there.
Children are DEAD!!
And yet you have said,
"Prove it, it's all in your head."
No need,
you speak for me,
the ignorant still believe.
That's O.K. with Me,
for the fool is an idiot on reprieve.
And I am the survivor of all of thee.
I need to dream,
because of all I have seen.
My reality is obscene,
and proves to be really mean.
I can't speak on what I have never seen.
Anyone stand against my Family.
It has always only been Me.
My Truth is no Dare,
just despair speaking to whom might care,
1 comment:
I thought you might like to know. I ran your writing through one of those analyzers and it said you write like William Shakespeare.
Or maybe it would be more correct to say he wrote like you.
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