Wednesday, March 25, 2015
F O R S A K E N
We were pining for a new beginning
And it looked promising
When an offer was laid at our table.
Some said, I am not able
But others said it was not a bait
This has to happen, it is our FATE.
Gaining courage, she was the first
To step into the unknown
Only to meet upon a clown.
When she returned, the Blue Print on her face said,
"I am beaten down."
Demoralized, Agonized, Dismayed & Shocked
Her jaws seemed locked.
Then she said, "I was mocked"
Her stomach tightened
Jammed up in a ball of tension
And slowly she began to mention
What FATE had dealt her.
She shook her head in disbelief
Do you know we are farther away from relief?
This harrowing experience
Was such an inconvenience
And a set back tugging at her soul.
They had such gall
Pinning my back against the wall
There must be redemption
We must settle this gumption.
My shattered heart will be healed
But their deal must be unsealed
I will fight to the bitter end.
And these words I send
To let them know I will never join this CIRCUS
Posted by Brawta at 4:58 PM