Crimson Splatters Poem by Uththara Rasindi

In a house of love, where hearts should be pure,
I found a place of hurt, where scars would endure.
My family, once a shelter from life's storm,
Now a place of pain, where I was torn.

Their words, like knives, cut deep and true,
Leaving wounds that would never renew.
Their actions, selfish and cold as stone,
Left me feeling alone.

Their eyes, once bright with love and light,
Now dimmed with disdain and spite.
Their touch, once warm and comforting,
Now a source of fear and stinging.

In this place of mistreatment, I found
No solace, no refuge, no bound.
The love I once knew, now twisted and bent,
Left me with a heart that was rent.

But still, I held on to the hope
That one day, they would change their scope.
That they would see the pain they caused,
And turn away from their cruel cause.

But until then, I'll hold on tight
To the love that's left, and shine with light.
For in the darkness, I'll find my way
And rise above the mistreatment's sway.