This is a poem inspired by the daily prompt word Value. I hope this post links to the prompt page. Fingers crossed.
The Value of Me
The cost was nothing, the price so small,
You asked from me, I gave you all.
Never spoke back, never complained,
Though everyday, you left me drained.
Heard the excuse, heard your lie,
But when I question, you’d deny.
Every day, I’d cry I’d shed,
Tears for you, then something red.
You’d see, how you knew the truth,
Blamed it always, on my youth.
Wouldn’t bare, to take the blame,
Tell everyone, make me feel shame.
Continued ’till, the very end,
Never once, tried to mend.
You did this, gave every pill,
To see me now, cold and still.