In twisted shadows of my mind, I passed on,
A soul once bright, now dimmed and gone.
Emotional abuse, a heavy toll it took,
Leaving me drained, like a hollowed book.
The words that cut, like knives in the night,
Left scars that never healed, but only blight.
The love that was meant to lift me high,
Instead, it weighed me down, made me shy.
I passed on, to a place of despair,
Where hope and joy, no longer there.
The pain and fear, they lingered near,
A constant reminder, of what I’d been through.
The memories of laughter, now but a shade,
The warmth of touch, now just a faded shade.
The love that once was, now but a dream,
A dream that I once thought, was my theme.
I passed on, to a place of peace,
Where the pain and hurt, no longer cease.
I found solace, in a silent place,
Where I could heal, and find grace.
© Ifedolapo Ogunniyi
Ifedolapo Ogunniyi 