Abandoned
Slowly as the fire spreads,
The sound of slient screams,
I am torn in two.
Once he said he loved me,
Though no tenderness,
Is left in his words.
Am I a doormat,
To be put down,
Then tread upon?
Work, work, work,
This is my lot,
But satisfies him not.
Where pleasure and pride,
Once reined high,
Now fear resides.
Is this how it,
was meant to be,
Or am I wrong.
No word or deed
is right or complete,
I fail him.
Silence no word is heard,
Abandoned, left to wander,
A ring, it is him.
Voice cutting, harsh,
Demanding What were you doing,
Crying, you gave premission.
Days of silence,
Cutting my heart
From my chest.
Then You call,
Accusing, hateful,
shredding me alive.
To another you gave me,
Violating the last trust,
I held for you.
Regret was soon yours,
You tried to deny,
Reminded of your actions.
Blame you placed on me,
With liberal doses,
You placed on she.