dusk arising

evil

 

I didnt really think
I believed in evil
until i met you.

Its hard for me
as a loving man
to imagine.

The evil thats
has ripped you
apart inside.

All i see is
the damage
from without.

And defences
you have had
to construct.

To reject
any chance
of anyone

ever becoming
close enough
to abuse you.

I thought love
could overcome
any evil.

I showed you
gave to you
so much love.

So damaged,
you pushed it
all away.

I didnt really think
I believed in evil.
I do now.

Comments5

  • Neville

    these words sadden me.. they read so well meant...

    Neville

    • dusk arising

      Was a very sad time.

      • Neville

        clearly...

      • Fay Slimm.

        The saddest part is when evil holds its victim close enough to reject any good coming their way - - well written yet such a heart-wrenching read D.A.

        • dusk arising

          Yes you are right. And when the damaged person is really quite amazing and so creative that you can see, were they able to fly, the flight would be akin to a balloon ride through a sky of rainbows, ... it is all the sadder.

        • Goldfinch60

          Wonderfully emotive write d a, evil is around us but we can normally overcome it but even I can think of one evil person in my life.

          • dusk arising

            This person was not evil but the victim of evil. Damaged by evil.

          • Suresh

            Lifetime ago, you say, the pain so vividly recalled.
            The enormity of your pain in this read is so strong, I shudder to think the intensity of the pain she was enduring because of evil

            P.S. It's so difficult to get through to a family member, for its viewed through tainted lenses. I know.

            • dusk arising

              This lady was not a family member but i do see your point. She appeared to be above feeling pain but resolute in the ability to stonewall. Even after the occasions when i breeched those defenses they were erected stronger and stronger. I gave up before i too was damaged.

            • Jenny Wren

              All sounds too familiar. x



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