Mistake

 Fire always filled those veins
with a tiny taste of violence.
Fear would creep upon my face

when all logic had escaped you.

Unannounced, into mighty blows,
a screaming so unmistaken,
for what not, I knew then of,
my happiness you'd taken.

Governing some sense of hope,
was merely a hollow door.
A witness existed in my mind
but kept me insecure.

On days of rain, the pain was whole,
always sick and lost and cold.
Reason never need exist.
Explanation forever missed.

Allowing forgiveness to comfort me
because then, I was simply to naive,
was a burdening task I enlisted to own.
My memory stays clear all these years all alone.

You are not well.
There is no knowing why.
You are within your own Hell
which will never subside.

I dream not to be you, not in death,
or by fate.
I was the child that became your mistake.