The man I knew was dark - taboo. True story. I stopped writing for 20 years! |
In the Grasps of a Sociopath… The man I knew Was dark - taboo, But all I saw was light. He crawled right in, My heart - did win; He seemed a sheer delight. He duped my soul Then took control - His spirit ruled my mind. I bowed to him, I loved his grin - My senses left me blind. His word was law. I was in awe! My ego loved his clutch… His words were wise As he’d advise - He loved my writer’s touch. I wrote for peace, For hate to cease; I wrote for Mother Earth. I penned of love From God above - I wrote of Man’s great worth. My soul just soared! I jumped aboard His so-called gravy train. My dreams he filled, Emotions spilled As I sought to attain My lifelong dream Of self esteem For all who seek the truth… I’ve wanted so To help Man grow - I’ve craved it since my youth. But then one day He did betray In ways so vile and cruel - My heart he broke, I was a joke; I felt like such a fool. My writing stopped. My pen I dropped. The pain - too great to bear. I just gave in Which was a sin; But, there were none to care… As years went by I’d just deny Myself a chance to dream - Until one day I found my way Upon an angel’s beam. And now sit I With pen held high - No longer is there pain. My words - they flow, My soul can grow! The demon has been slain… |