When it was August
the heat swarmed
a promise that
would be broken
before it was spoken.
And my emotions lie
in turmoil at the feet
of a calculated man
that had no dreams
a man with no smile.
I had lost a will that
seemed never to be my
own. I had given the
keys to my very own
prison.locked away.
there was never a
moment when I
thought to stray from
his entangled wrath
I watched only in pain.
What was I fighting?
the strategy was clear
but the reward was
something to lose. I
am only happy I did.
For in April, there is
a light that melted
my bitter heart, kissed
my frozen lips and
found a lost soul.
