1085

Twas the lowest low I could possibly go,
I mean a subzero cold shoulder,
Ditched on the side of the road,
Feeling that had never been realized before,

Alone in the most crowded of all
Crowded rooms,
Where the happy faced people look down on the doomed,
And the icy chill in the air felt like the dirt of a tomb...

Consumed by the past, the guilt the shame and the blame,
The blasphemy from the echoing sound of their names,
A child born 10 years from the womb,
Was Taken, pushed down, spit on, & forgotten about,

It crashed in2 the mem'ry like a wall had collapsed,
A wound reopened and was hemorrhaging fast,
I wished it all away, I wished it all away,

So with the iron clad will and a scared 2 death hand,
The nightmares took stand over their opponent with an upperhand,
And when the dark was getting closer,
She walked in...

It was the eve of the eve of the holiest day,
When life's next victim was turning away,
When the boy 32 years from the womb,
Was ready to go,

No longer stood upon, taken & beaten in haste, another supposed to be angel, laying amongst the waste, just a last breath wish and a world kissed...

Goodbye

Almost..

1085 days ago