Tara Bryant {A. Pierce}
Bio
writing has always been my way of expressing the things i struggle to talk about. Some times the mind goes to dark places but those dark places can be turned into something extraordinarily beautiful too.
Stories (8/0)
Strained
Thrown, as if it doesn't hurt, those words that come on a whim and they bruise my skin. You catapult insults, putting holes in my confidence. With out a care your misery is shared. Causing the doubt that takes room from my hope. Leaving me no way out and away from your taunts and shouts. You rip my veil in a grisly show. Bared the broken parts of me, for all to see. Conflicting thoughts at why you make me a victim. Used for your amusement made you my main affliction, what causes your vile vindication. Day by day you target the weak taking their mirth and spreading hurt, the cause and effect run rather deep, another gone to young, taking no blame for causing so much pain, emotionally maimed swallowed by hopeless despair is what he wrote before he hung that rope, that day everything changed because they all sat in silence instead of standing against the violence.
By Tara Bryant {A. Pierce}4 years ago in Poets
