Was It Just

Was it just

The sacred self is wrecked

The worthy being is belittled

The sinless him is corrupted

The modest fellow is fouled

To enervate,

And pervert the holy her

Aberrated to devalue her

To fulfill his contaminated desires

Forced the stronger her to be weakened

To satisfy his false ego

He entitled her the most,

‘Amenable’

Chastised the enchant and persona

Of that stainless

Occupied  her lap with mourn

Just To lessened the thirst of infatuation

And relished the feelings of pleasure

Veracious enough to annihilate

All the bright shade of her mind

and to put her heart,

Into the most bared and dark place

Was it just

Was it fine

The treatment of him to her,

Innocent soul

To throw her into a colorless autumn 

Where her eyes are carrying the burden

Of tears,

Of remorse,

Of heartbreak

Of betrayal

she, cursing the disaster of her life

By embracing the cunning soul

And letting him killed her inside child