His wretched claws grapple at me
they hold me back, my joy and I don’t meet.
His stare is vicious and clear
my little soul trembles in fear.
The stink of his filthy breath
drugs me till I lose strength.
For wherever I go behind me he remains,
my way to progress with his words he darkens.
For years hand in hand we walked,
of his sting and snare I had not heard.
In lack of knowledge,
and with a heart so naïve
I hugged him,
I cuddled with him
and yes, in close contact,
I held tight my own opponent.
How was I to know?
‘Cause to know I needed to grow.
And now that I’ve grown
with my whole heart I have sworn
not to look back
nor take one step back
to the rival who has had his claws on my skull
and his untrue and deceitful tales
hammering in my head.
No longer will he enter,
for now I know he is a hater
who only wants to tear down,
and then in an wicked laugh look down
on a soul that his own hand
has in disguise damaged.
27 Oct. 2008
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