Queen
You use to treat me like a king
Oh how well loved I felt
I felt I was your everything
So secure I would melt
Now I feel beaten like a dog
Totally confused and spent
And so with sadness, desire fades
Struggle thru each day all bent
I no longer laugh at all these ways
Much less hold my head up high
So beaten that I crawl hands all crazed
Worked hard to hide how I cried
All this effort to build a life
Now no matter how I try
You greet me with your shattered screams
So abuse that each day I would die
Soul crippling and wrought with pain
I don't feel much loved, less desired
No comfort or pride- as my health subsides
Just weighted, bone dead and tired
A victim of your selfish self
All strewn about and shattered
A parcel in your ratted wealth
I'm left to be alone and battered
poem by Talile Ali
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