Surrender

I want to cup the ashes in my hand
And believe there's still a chance.
When everything has fallen apart,
I cling to my life's only romance.

All that I've worked for,
Is nothing more at last.
I watched the fire consume my life,
And watched it burn so fast.

I wish that I had spoken up.
After all, God gave me a voice,
But I looked at them, despite my will
Only to realize I had no choice.

I sit here and watch the fire die
I know I'm looking at myself.
All that I had and loved
Was destroyed by someone else.

I remember what killed me
I watched the fire eat my love.
A single photograph I had,
Turned to smoke and rose above.

It feels to me like a massacre.
For the fuel were many lives.
Poems about death, hate, love and destruction,
And all the bloodstained knives.

I fell to my knees, far too weak,
But all too ready to surrender.
All I ask of this genocide,
Is that we all remember...

**Dedicated to the fact my parents burned about 2 years worth of my poems, diary entries, and the only picture I had of the one I love, and made me watch it all burn to hell. They did this BECAUSE they realized just how depressed I've been lately, but each time I'm this way, they end up doing the things to hurt me most. To burn my poems was not only a disgrace to me as a poet, but a disgusting and vile attempt to bring me lower. Mom, Mark (my step-dad)--I hate you.**