Looking Out from Darkness (Poetry Collection)

The Last Straw

There's a bale of hay

I'm carrying on my back

I pretend it's not heavy

But that never works

It grows more and more

With each passing moment

You dump some more on

And now I'm broken

You don't trust me

You don't care anymore

Though my back snapped

While my tears fell to the floor

I know I was weak

I should have held firm

I fell apart

And you deserve much more

I can't go on like this

Of that I know clearly

I wish you the best

In a life without my misery