Sad how I've run for years,
A race without destination and but tears,
Dawn to dusk, filled with so many fears,
The pages of my heart tears…
The deceptive voice of a liar
for so long, I hear,
The heavy burden I have carried with such care,
And grace,
I thought I was living in space,
The race that I face
on every side, I'm pressed
Yet myself, I feel so much less.
It seemed like a pleasure, but it was total pressure.
A catastrophic failure, in that I felt leisure.
The height of desperation I can't really measure,
Depression to suppression became an adventure.
In my expertise I became an ambassador.
The agony of hatred and lies I treasure.
How do we live in a lie we trust?
How do we expect unjust people to adjust?
I gave you everything, George,
but you pursued lust.
I embraced great level of distrust,
But this is a robust combust.
I've loved you from heaven to Earth.
We planned our future together, Our children's birth.
Nothing was to come between us, not even death
But yet with a piece of dirt, you lied and flirted.
Was it all a lie?
To you, was this all I am worth, George?
~Beulahephzibah
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