Forever

I’ve been looking for comfort,

bleeding in the corner.

Screaming I’m not a victim,

when the facts can barely support it.

I re-victimize myself every day,

and In my thoughts I ponder.

Can I find a way to escape,

or will I finally start moving forward?

Do I have to run away,

or will I rise above the slaughter?

There has to be a better way,

and I will walk the path beside her.

Not a thing can save the day,

but in our love I’ve found, Forever.

A poem by modern_sooth