My soul

Posted January 9, 2007

I've tried so hard to be humble,
you've made it hard to breathe.
The foundations begin to crumble,
The anger has started to seethe.

I don't even know what's real,
the only thing bringing me back is pain.
You never told me how to deal,
when they beat me with a cane.

My back is bloody, my soul raw,
here I lie so alone and confused.
No one to believe what they saw,
how I had come to be so abused.

Never a blow, never a strike,
though I would pick to have bruises.
Instead of this inner turmoil and strife,
a circuit board full of short fuses.

They've blown up in our faces,
one unfortunate horrible tragedy.
It's left us with unbearable paces,
this account of words is my raphsody.