No Justice

Nothing is sacred to the devil.

My heart violently writhing in my chest

Reminds me of that daily.

Fifteen years may as well have been two days.

The clock ticks towards an inevitable end.

Whispering all the promises you once made to me, in her ear.

Are you lying to her too?

Another home wrecking hoe bag.

who feels misunderstood,

who didn’t know,

didn’t mean to,

didn’t give a shit.

Ripping a family to pieces.

An act of true violence.

Together with the one I love.

Desecrating my marriage.

Destroying my family.

Devastating me and OUR children.

Where is the justice for that?

There is nothing I can do.

Nothing that will make things right again.

The world doesn’t care who you love.

Who you hate.

It will consume you all the same.

No matter the kindness.

No matter what you believe.

Heartache will find you.

Dying on the inside.

Searching for release.

of this pain.

So it doesn’t live.

Or die.

Inside me.

Can’t fall apart.

The children are watching.

My heart and mind.

A graveyard.

For our love.

Your promises.

Memories etched in the corners of my mind.

Left to agonize over.

To collect dust.

Only to be re-discovered.

To be re-examined one day.

Without the agony of today.

We will both move on.

We will both be happy again.

Yet, there will be no justice for me.

-Clary

Published by sarcasticallycynical

Hmm! Let's see.I live in Texas born to two human parents (According to my birth certificate) and have three siblings that are nothing like me. I'm an artist and writer. I've lived a lot and learned a lot in my short life and although I lean more towards the pessimistic there is always room to change my sometimes too small tainted heart ;p

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