The Survival: A Burning Past

The weight of the life you gave,
I still walk alone and see my hopes decay.

The faces that whisper in my head,
are the ones I thought I left behind, dead.

Frozen by those words, they still tear me apart,
and a chill in my spine pulls me into the dark.

Sitting with the doors shut, this screaming silence,
it reminds me of the creation of your uncalled violence.

Remember, how you hurt me and took away the heaven,
I’ve been crawling since and searching for redemption.

I’m scattered on your floor like pieces of the glass,
trying to pick myself up, what’s left in me to last.

I’ve drowned and burnt in your presence,
the things you did to me never made any sense.

You’ve used me as an object to be played,
the egoistic attitude in you was the truth you never ate.

Living the life on the terms you created,
you never saw the hurting life in me that was fading.

I’ve fought with this world all alone,
but you never saw the pain, that crippled me to the bones.

I’ve tried to overcome the memories you infused in me,
but you still stand there and mock my burning eulogy.

I’m looking for a path to start afresh,
a world, where will be peace and tranquil rest.

I’m looking for a place to call home,
a reason to be alive and to heal my wounds.

Image by Rafael Juárez (user:Movidagrafica) from Pixabay

Synopsis: A poem about abusive relationships and dark memories. The poem ends with the victim hoping for a peaceful life and the misery to end.