At The End I Thought Only Of The Start Poem by Tim Vallie

I’ll admit that at the end I thought only of the start
I thought not of the pain, I thought not of the sorrow
I found myself enthralled by you, you had all of my heart
I thought you’d change your mind and take me back tomorrow
But then as time drew ever on, tomorrow never came
And others told me of the truth, that it was lies from the beginning
I found my demons long caged loose, my heart burst into flame
I stormed, and raged, and laughed aloud, and like a madman grinning
I flew into a fiery rage and on that day I died
I died only to be reborn, in the arms of another true
I became a wholly other man, all because your lies
I became something I’d never been, all because of you
For a time it was a great hurt, a stain upon my mind
But then I found a loving heart, who removed that awful knife
She took my bleeding angry heart, and with love, it she did bind
She is the light inside my darkness, with whom I share my life
But that doesn’t mean this heart shall ever fully heal
For the hurt you gave me still does ache
Like the scars of which I speak were physically real
Some nights with rage I still do quake
Some nights that fire still burns inside
My mind still brims with maddening thought
The only ease to the pain is she, my bride
From the awful wounds you wrought