Dead End

I thought I was truly in love

But in time it rotted away

I felt happiness for awhile

But it chose not to stay

I tried to be gracious

But you began to steal

I once had big dreams

But proved to be unreal

I had seen that I was pretty

But then you spit in my face

I vowed I would be someone

But found I had no place

I searched for my niche in life

But chaos was a talent instead

I trudged on with all my will

But my roads end is now dead

 

©S. Austin Vincoski

Words

"Your no damn good"
Their last words spoken
Held close to my heart
Like a trinket or token

Those words had echoed
They cut to the core
And racked my soul
Until "good" was no more

I'm no damn good
They had been right
I believe you now
As I clutch your words tight

©S. Austin Vincoski

Our Story

 

 

 

Her long gray hair

Neatly wound in a bun

A house dress and apron

Frying eggs for her son

His shiny black shoes

From his Navy days

Olive green trousers

Hard set in his ways

Her ever stern look

Toasting homemade bread

I was a small child

In my rollaway bed

His hair slicked back

And Old Spice cologne

She came to his aide

He had kids of his own

My brother and sister

At school for the day

I recall the details

In a little girl way

This was a façade

She never meant well

He always complied

They made your life hell

She protected me

I can't reason why

Until she left us

Good riddance, goodbye

I learned your secret

I endured your pain

Becoming a victim

Of terrors that reign

Our childhood story

I shared it with you

But each has emerged

With their version true

 

©S. Austin Vincoski