Surviving - Poem by Brandi Guthrie
What`s wrong with me is what`s ill in you.
You forced my hand and degraded my view.
And with a blade, you`ve placed me here,
Substituted my innocence with unending fear.
You`ve stripped out the filter over my eyes.
Now I can see how virtue and purity dies.
And with your touch, I squirm within.
Frozen, I wait as the mortifying begins.
You may have my body but never my love.
While my consciousness escapes, it hovers above.
You penetrate through all that I hold dear,
The contrast between good and bad are unclear.
The evil in you threatens to infect me.
It spills over me much like a disease.
But when this is over if I`m still alive,
That will mean that through hell, I survived.
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