Monday, September 29, 2008

The Tortured Soul

Tortured soul full of disgrace
That can’t replace
or erase
The sin that lies within
A divorce it is that reeks with pain and guilt and shame
That hides behind the game
You used to hug me so tight
It’s as if you thought you could squeeze the hurt and destruction out
Now all you want to do is shout
I felt as though my caked on face was getting harder to remove
So sad and tired and limp
I was afraid it was becoming my own
My body on loan
Now I must live with the consequences of my selfish actions
Taking in
Deserving your reactions
Sorry’s are pathetic and explanations are a slap in the face
So I sit with my tortured soul
Full of disgrace

1 comment:

Hippie4ever said...

Oh Sarah, I am so sorry.