“This is the beginning of the endâ€,
“SHE was innocent before this, not by judgment but by nature itself. No little girl should have to endure this type of tragedy before even knowing what love is and what it means to be touched by the one she chooses as she grows older. While children are taught to tell on strangers that harm them, SHE had to learn how to keep her abuse a secret from her own protector, her own flesh and blood, they shared the same wound and she protected him to keep their mother out of harm’s way. Silently, she begged and pleaded for this disgusting life to end, she even prayed for death to befall her while it was happening for him to be exposed through medical examination, but that sweet death never came, so she created a dream world as that of her room décor. She surrounded herself with light and beauty, while she harbored hate and darkness within her very being. In her grew sadness, in her grew shame, in her grew an ugly murderer. She's older now, no more laying her down with a skull cap over her face, no more hiding the hurt and innocence that he couldn’t face himself, no more protecting him from the dread he forced upon her in adolescence. She's older now, no more protecting him, her darkest vengeance has overcome all light of gold hidden deep inside of her, it’s time he suffer in the very HELL he sent her, but he shall not return, only she can because he deserves to be there whereas she was thrown there to be spit back out. This is his last goodbye.â€
“Only the evil die with their eyes open, for the victim to close them with peaceâ€
“This is the beginning of the endâ€,
Her darkest shades have clothed her revenge......
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THE DARKEST SHADES OF AVONDA ROSHAI
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love_supreme says: Excellent write |
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Odonko-ba says: I concur. Excellent write. How will she exact her revenge? |
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HumbleMeeksEpiphany says: Thank you all so much, I humbly appreciate you guys. Honestly, this poem is part of a short story that I will share on the vibe soon in series that will reveal her story's ending. |
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