Fallen

I used to love to write
What happened to my spirit?
What happened to my fight?

Slowly but surely
It went away
Hiding further and further
Each passing day

The struggles of life
Too much to bear
You had promised
To always be there

But every new challenge
Brought in a new fight
And the dream of what we would be
Was drifting out of sight

I tried so hard to answer
Each and every plea
But I couldn't make you happy
And you blamed it all on me

If only I could do better
If only I could make it right
Maybe you would be happy
Maybe every day wouldn't end in a fight

Your words cut deep
Into my soul
Your short temper
Left my heart with a gaping hole

I gave you all that I had
But you still cried for more
I gave you every last drop
Until there was nothing left to pour

You pushed me to my limits
My spirit you did break
I tried to stand strong
But oh how my soul did ache

With one final blow, you finished me off
I was nothing more than a cheap whore

Where was my support?
Where was my partner?
Where was my husband?
Where was... my friend?

For this man you became, I did not recognize
This man... was not the same

You wooed me and promised me heaven
But far from that we fell
And then you left me, alone
Broken, in the depths of hell

Written sometime in 2018

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