This Disaster That You'Ve Sown Poem by Ellen Rose Kelley

I hope that you can see,
this disaster that you've sown,
and I hope you look to me,
when you realize how it's grown.

I'm not going to lie,
tell you it's not your fault.
I'm no longer going to try
to open up your vaults.

I've broken down your walls,
I've looked around inside.
I know you'd never have the balls
to wipe up blood that's dried.

I only wanted you to know
I couldn't handle it on my own.
It was you I left although,
I knew my mind was stone.

I fell into your arms
and you let me dropp right through.
Right into loving harm
and into bidding life, adieu.

So I hope you like what's remaining
of your little, broken life.
and I hope it's nothing you're gaining,
since you turned me to the knife.