Flying Free

Flying Free

Many a tear many more I did weep, 

as I lay my head down on my pillow to sleep,

no more could I take, 

as I lay there awake,

what more could he possibly, 

away from me take.

What little I knew as my inner self sobbed,

feeling so sorry 

all because I'd been robbed,

I later surmounted 

that meant very little,

he’d only just started, 

to bring on me his spittle.

Left weak on the floor 

choked, energy sapped,

my life is caught up in a tragedy. 

Trapped!

It doesn't matter how much I gnaw, 

bite, nibble and chew,

for I'm consumed 

by an overpowering glue.

Blind sided I was, 

as his control slowly crept,

over me with his beliefs, 

ideas and concepts, 

I became gloomy 

with low dark turbulent skies,

where the linings of clouds 

are not silver, but lies.

The power of the rain shower, 

poured down on me hard,

I had nowhere to hide, and 

no umbrella with which to guard.

I was in a deep black hole, 

lost, dark and alone,

driven crazy 

by the angry menacing tone,

his voice always screaming 

right down upon me,

one day he’d realise, 

learn, and finally see 

me soar through the sky, 

like a bird up high and free,

locking his memories away 

in a box, and losing the key.

By Toni Cairns 

@babbspoetry