Kira’s Sunday Scribbles – Poem about Anxiety – Not sure what to call it though…

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You make windows into my mind

Then mine the misery you create

You highlight any faults you find

And turn my love into bitter hate

 

I loathe you and love you in kind

You make me cry then harvest the tears

I know they say that love is blind

But I felt the torments of the years

 

You’ve extracted my pain

For so little gain.

for your sadistic pleasure,

at your leisure.

 

But now I shake off your shackles

I revel in your coming demise

I am free from wolves and jackals

And no longer fooled by your disguise.

 

Wisdom comes finally, at last,

And frees me from my captive past.

And though the hourโ€™s far too late,

Time will extricate me from your hate.

 

While you took pleasure from my pain.

Ultimately it was all in vain

For I have reclaimed control

And regained my enslaved soul.

 

While you begin your last descent

Into Hellโ€™s flames eternal torment.

 

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 03/September/2018

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/09/02/kiras-sunday-scribbles-6/

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