The dictionary defines stygian (at least in one form) as gloomy and dark; infernal; hellish. In retrospect, I can say that I have lived a stygian life for many years. I’ve done everything within my power to change that, but it seems that some of those around me refuse to go along with the program.
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How much is one person
Expected to endure
The pain, the sadness
Expectations never met
Promises broken along with my heart
Waiting for the fateful day
When everyone would love and give
The way I always have
Help, support, encourage
Comfort and uplift
I have poured out of myself
Measure for measure
Stood with them when no one else would
Gone through the fire for those I love only
To be unappreciated and even spurned
Is it any wonder that I am sad at times
Living life tormented by others’ actions
Powerless to change them yet
Unable to release them
My heart securely tied to them
As they drag me further
Into the pits of hell
©2011 – Andrea J. Shannon
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