Thursday, February 8, 2007


Written by Sylvia

You abused me as if my permission was granted
and I wanted you dead, then finally recanted.
For too long you treated me with hatred and contempt
I tried to tell you, that’s wrong but failed in the attempt

Tell me why did you abuse, will you ever reply
I became your victim and that I cannot deny
So many scars concealed from your prying eyes
Now they’re exposed and there will be no more lies

A few months have gone by and my healing has begun
And I will be damned if I’ll let you think that you won
So full of arrogance and consumed by hate
There was no one else to pay the price except your mate

The price was too high and I took the only way out
My decision made, I had to get away, I have no doubt
Now that I am gone, I ask myself who the next fool will be
One thing I know; it won’t be me because I am free

Copyright © 2007 Sylvia A. Feeley All Rights Reserved

1 comment:

surjit said...

A poem worth pondering over and over..