That Day
I had once opened my heart to youI could hear the haunting whispers of things past
Repeating the angry words
the angry thoughts
I ask myself again
who is this horrible creature
To deserve such consistency
Over so many years
and through so many tears
I sat back and watched the others
The trechery like the serpent
From so many lies the evil spawns
So concerned with the pleasures of self
That they have lost the meaning
I had tried so long to be so careful
A delicate touch when it was painful
Never rubbing the salt in the infamous wound
But when I have given the inch
They have taken the many miles
I am always left standing in an icy wind
Believing that I deserve more
Someday I will take something for myself
And no one will take it away
And I will not cry on that day...
-Spider
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