RedRavenPoems

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Why, I survived

Sometimes I can’t help but wonder why, I do these things, and let you get by. Under my skin, buried within, where the torment will never end.

I gave you my heart and your tore it asunder, making sure I knew I’d made a grievous blunder. Leaving me broken, I could not help but wonder.

Why could I never be enough. Why did I have to care so much. Why did I want you in my life. Why did I ever take you for a wife.

You promised me happiness and love untold. But only horrors you gave me when the truth was known. Screams and shouts, blows to the face. The mere thought of the memories make my heart race.

I bent myself backwards, gave in to every whim. Yet never it seemed could I ever win. It was not what you wanted, I was not what you sought.

You wanted perfection you screamed it out loud. But I was not that, full of flaws you picke, dicided to fix. Yet you had to flaws, you said soudning proud. I think that statement is quite profound.

You started to make wild demands, one that would change me from who I am. I tried to let you have your way. But my nature could not be held at bay.

I started to argue, to fight back with words. And such a ruckus I’ve never since heard. It got nasty so quick, I guess that did the trick.

You attacked what I loved most, used my fears against me. I could not sleep, I could not eat, for you would never let it be.

I started to fade, I saw life through a haze. My face went pale, my body turned frail. It happened so quickly, I became so sickly

Worse and worse these things became, until the end was quite plane. I would have to leave, and give up this fight. For it was the only choice that was right.

I left for my health, both inside and out. Now that I have there is no doubt. You will killing me slowlyI am see it now. But back then I tried and never knew how.

So now I’m gone, my names in the mud. You made sure of that spreading it far and wide. Making sure my leaving I would never hide. But that doesn’t matter not to me. For I’m alive and healthy, as it should be



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A Simple man who dreams of being an Author one day. A lover of poems and stories of all types. A dreamer and a tale weaver in my spare time. What little I have as a father of three. Come sit by the fire, and let me spin my tales, let me speak my rhymes, and show you, a quite good time.

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