Wake up, eat, deal with it, sleep.
Wake up, eat, deal with it, sleep.
Wake up, eat, deal with it, sleep.
The monotonous millers wheel of life,
ever turning never letting up.
The wheel relying on time will sit in wait,
watching for the moment to strike.
It waits for weakness. Could be years, could be months,
could be minutes.
The first sign things are too much to cope and it strikes.
The slow turning, tormenting the soul.
For the weak it could take no time at all,
for the strong only time will tell,
some last decades, others numerous years but for most,
one.
One year of the never ending toll is enough to,
SNAP, break you into a million pieces.
There are stories, no legends of people who escape the wheel,
and the small whispers of hope told in huddled corners of those who escape entirely.
But those are just legends.
I lost hope a while ago, now it is just a waiting game.
What will make me the target?
Will it be the next time I am hit for no reason?
Will it be because my mum's "ex" is here again?
Will it be the next time the screaming match is held at decibels?
Or will it be the next time i am thrown out because i have been chosen last?
All of these possibilities, but, only one being enough to push me over the edge.
I know my wait is coming to an end.
I can hear it now.
The stones grinding against each other waiting for me,
watching for the final comment to push me too far.
There it is the final break.
I belong to him now.
Nothing but what the mills of life make me,
But i am ready, i knew it was coming,
I have been waiting for life to come and take me,
to grind me into nothing.
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Life's Poems
PoetryA series of poems written based on real life experiences and events drawn from the life of a girl who was physically and mentally abused throughout the whole of her childhood. Focusing on the way she views the world and how she has adapted to cope w...
