Finish my story....
I wonder if I would have waited
would the ripple of my disobedience still have followed me so closely
mutilating my perspective of wrong. Only seeing my addiction to you.
My muse into every wrong decision, spewed death that felt like life,
aching for an escape to a fantasy that would take
away the ripple of my disobedience...
Finish my story of the abuse that seemed like truth
that I deserved every fist, every tear that withered my will
to appeal to your nature, because I loved but hate you.
Finish my story of hope that one day
the ripple of my disobedience will cease to punish me
from every reminder that I was the beginning of this story
that laid down any fiber of the words I was taught when I was young
Will you please finish my story for me?
Drop A Line!
If you are up to the challenge, leave a line to this poem of how you would finish this story!
© 2018 Leslie Robertson