Her Cup Of Adversity.

By the dawn of a new day
Is yet another Lost Soul
Yet another pool of tears
Yet, another or even more,
Cries of a faint heart
It is sad that,
He drinks from her cup of adversity.
It kills my heart
That,
He doesn’t care if she is young or old, healthy or sick, less abled or abled
All he sees
Is yet another her.
Like,
What pleasure comes from seeing her cry?
Tell us!
What joy comes with seeing her helpless in your hands?
Let us know!
She trusted you,
Believed in your words,
Because she is just what she is
A Kind soul
Bought up to see good over evil,
Believe in second chances,
Forgive,
That is what she is
Then,
All you do is
Use her softness
And cause brokenness
A kind that leaves a void too huge to ever fill.
Where is your humanity when you doing this?
Why can’t you respect her No ?
She will never walk with her head high in the streets,
Or even wear that pretty dress she bought
Cause,
When calamity befalls her,
It’s cause it was too short,
And cause she was too tipsy
And too good looking
That,
All he could think of
Is how he is going to tarnish her innocence.
Is this what you want done to your mother, or sister or family member or friends??
Then,
Why you doing to another?
That because of you
Yet another family that has lost a loved one.

Ain’t it enough already?

Why can’t the story be different tommorow?

All she wishes

Is for He to remember the initial plan

To respect her

And she respects him

Not to kill her!

Not to Drink from Her Cup Of Adversity!