Oh Lonely Soul

I pity you,

Oh lonely soul.

So small inside your mind.

The world, a dismal black hole

Of a love you’ll never find.

I played your games.

I lost every time.

I still battled on to win.

But I never read the rulebook,

That you lose once you begin.

I wasted years appeasing

To your broken, inner child.

I held him close to keep him safe

And protect him from the wild.

Your claws gripped my flesh for comfort.

I didn’t feel their pin.

Nor the slow release of poison

You injected quietly in.

Oh hateful child,

I pity you

with all the shadows that you cast:

Bruised silhouettes and broken dolls

You left littered in your past.

Tell me;

Little sad boy,

Don’t you ever look behind?

Do you ever think to wonder why

No one stays here by your side?

And tell me, does she nurture you

When she hears your sad lament?

Of how you’ve been abandoned

With no trace of kindness spent?

Do you tell her of your darkest days

To make her love you more?

I wonder if she knows about the time

You punched that darkness through my door.

And has she felt the poison

Laced in affection that you loan?

A lure to ensnare her love

Because you cannot be alone.

Oh violent child,

I pity you.

And all the things you’ve done.

But most of all,

I pity her

And if she knows what is to come.