Katie Doty - Mind

I pump the poison, <br />Through her veins. <br />It calms the pain <br />But tears the brain. <br />The things I do <br />To the writer— <br />To feel new, <br />To stay a fighter— <br />Are terrible, <br />Yes this I know. <br />So unrepairable <br />She can’t let it go. <br />I tortured her, <br />I wrecked her mentally, <br />Her life became a blur, <br />But she lives fundamentally. <br /> <br />I needed a mind, <br />To go on with life. <br />To not be blind, <br />But to be defined. <br />Even though she’s small, <br />She won’t write happily. <br />I’ve took that all <br />And I’ve kept it for me. <br />But I feel good— <br />Though she screams and cries— <br />Stealing her childhood <br />Filled with blue skies. <br />Too bad now, <br />The mirror is shattered. <br />She escaped somehow, <br />Though left bloody and tattered.<br /><br />Katie Doty<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mind-53/