memory

just a mold of misery
trapped forever in bleak memory.
 just a product of what sick hands stole
I am no more than the darkness that grows.
just a girl grown woman but still alone
to visit only with this pain I own.
just trapped in a cast forever here
to sleep only with these fallen tears.
and In a world of which was spun
I am only what Ive become.
and In a world of the tainted one
 I am doomed for what was done.
and in the answers I once saught
I find only emptiness that cant be fought.
and int the truth I somlemly seek
I find only  the product of the weak.
and in this dark end that comes to me
I see only the product of  the memory.
for I am all and all of what I see
 only a dispecable mold of misery.