Window

Looking through the glass.

Stained and tarnished window of life.

Too blurry to see the future, how to get to where you want to be.

Demons of the past are all you see.

Wrapping up all hope, into blackness will cast.

Burn the chance you’ve been given in the flames of regret.

Too scared, too scarred, their vile words echo in your mind.

No one could give the real you a chance, without their masterful control a failure you are each time.

Subtle servitude, sipping poison from deceitful chalice.

They believe their control absolute, never a reason to doubt.

Holding onto the memories of unconditional, the total peace you did find.

Wrapped in the embrace of eternal promise, giving strength to denounce malice and break the ties that bind.