I once was a mortal's daughter, pure and bright,
Enveloped in warmth, a tender sight.
But fate's cruel hand, an orphan's plight.
Her gentle touch, a fading light;
Her lullaby's hush, a silent night.
But fate's cold hand, a cruel decree,
Yanked her away, leaving me.
No tender touch, no soothing sigh,
Just empty skies, my tearful eyes.
I once was a monster's child;
Innocence robbed by his craft of guile.
His iron grip, a suffocating hold;
A silent scream, a story untold.
In shadows deep, a captive’s plight;
a child’s pure heart, consumed by night. The creaking floorboards, a haunting sound;
a prisoner’s cries, lost and unbound.
As a child, I bore a child's cry,
A tiny life, born from pain on a midnight.
The scent of blood, the taste of fear,
Haunt me still, through all the passing years.
This, a chilling echo of the past,
A twisted legacy, forever cast;
A monster’s seed, a tragic birth;
A cycle of darkness, a curse on Earth.
- Author: MyryETArrus ( Online)
- Published: October 29th, 2024 09:25
- Comment from author about the poem: Loss & Separation Personal Abuse & Trauma Captivity & Silence Legacy of Pain Cycles Ultimately, the reader will have to decide what I've tried to imply
- Category: Sad
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