Waste of Space

What is it that I have to do
to rid my mind of all thoughts of you?
When will time begin to run
so my body catches up to how far I've come?
Where is the place where things make sense
and the things that matter take precedence?
How can I beat your disease and restart
and remove what remains of your putrid marks?
Why is my body a sacrifice to crime
what law is protecting what is sacred, what is mine?

The truth is harsh, reality a shame
you're a coward condoned, your brutality framed.
It should put you away, but still you are spared
while I work through my life carrying the pain
knowing there is no justice, answers or closure
and I find no hope for change.
Liberation fails me
and I'm quickly pushed aside.
But fury still claims me, and
I'm followed by your grime.

I'm fully aware that I'd end you
if I only had the chance.
It's fortunate that you've stayed away,
as my hands betray reason.
But the thoughts remain alive
as my healing pushes through,
still you remain, in the depths of
my mind, a pile of waste that I
long to throw away.

How fitting it would be, that your
throat would be stifled
when the time that I've survived
passed through breathless nightmares
stabbing memories and lifeless days.
The darkness became me, the disgust
overwhelming. But this feculence is you
and the stench of your presence
is now removed and disposed
as your time has passed.

Revenge is a fool's game, my anger is not.
I speak in full sentences- and I walk with pride.
You represent criminals, you represent filth
you represent prejudice, you represent lies.
Your actions will follow you always
your relevance is maimed.

I know you can hear me,
as police call your bluff.
Consider it a gift, from me to you-
humiliation delivered to your door
now everyone is watching you,
the ball is in your court.
I don't wish to retaliate,
I won't waste my breath
Indecency doesn't own me
but this you'll carry to your death.

You've wasted your life-
and stolen far too much of mine.
Peace is the gift that I now
give to myself- knowing each day is golden
and now you face your crime.
Even though I hate you, and gag with every thought
I'm burning all the memories of you
and returning to my faith.
You will never define me
or ever dampen my strength.
You will never control me
or hurt me ever again.
Justice may defy me, but your actions
will catch up to you in the end
the truth will defile you
and gladly it's out of my hands.


You are gone, good riddance.