The Orphan (Poem Tw:Abuse, Strong Language)
Verse 1: Thirty Years you reigned with Torment, Abuse, Neglect.
Pursuits; Passions Drowned.
Another slave tortured void of self; defeated.
Dreams long rendered dead Drive/purpose defunct. The drow claimed their death.
Verse 2: Never appeased, it was Never enough. Lacking
Sense, drive, vision, work.
Made to believe that one was less than the dirt.
The actions that stripped thy life from this shell. The path to survive,
Verse 3: lays now in front, mask. Mask. Hide all of you from sight.
Stand soldier and march.
Be a good righteous man, bathe in cliches aplenty.
Your life is not your own, you act as your told. Your mask is your life.
Verse 4: For thirty years this mask, was my life. Imposter
The true face not known.
You beat me. You abused. You lied, and you berated.
Narcissists now found.
You made this dead mask. Made me fear life, you You made me forget.
Verse 5: Charles, Chauntell Christyna, the names of my captors.
I now claim the title.
The title of Orphan.
You are not blood. You, you are scum, and villainy.
Charles; coward, abuser. Chauntell; coercion. Christyna; the cunt.
Verse 6: The narcissist creed is your innate pride and joy.
Gaslighting gives glee.
Manipulating me, your Muse of your hatred.
Twisting and thralling The knife of thy words. The club, thy actions.
Verse 7: You will reap your life's actions. You will know loss
know pain, and know fear.
You will live the life you gave to me. You will mask;
Whence survived, you won’t. You will be wasted, now wallow. Wallow,
Verse 8: In misery, torment, loss. Enjoy the terrors
of your own construct.
Relish the pain coming, from the pain/strife you caused.
Try, you will to hide Thoust harrowed shame. Try, hide with no more home.
Verse 9: Your mind is no longer yours it is your actions.
You have no home, nor
peace of mind. You will know internally feel, live
the last thirty years. thoust won't make it there. You will lose these trials.
Verse 10: Survival will break you. I should never have lived.
But I did, besides
Your best attempts to kill any and all parts of me.
How weak are you? How weak, to will your own acts on willing welp.
Verse 11: I am no longer weak. I do not fear what was.
No anger, no care.
You are dead to me, I suggest you stay that way.
This the final word. Stay dead, stay away. You are Not. Family.
Verse 12: Thirty long years it took to find myself at last.
Sumptuous support
was the key to success. Here I now stand as me.
Husband and Father Author and Creator Pagan and Well Loved.
Verse 13: It took a crisis for me to open and accept
me and who me is.
Reliving the trauma and the results of it.
I cut all the cords. I cut out the chafe. I cast out the crap.
I am an Orphan by choice, and I will always be there to help others do the same. We can and will heal together. -Liagis. 2023