Dark Days

"Uncle I'm sorry, it won't repeat itself again, I promise",came the cries of a young child about the eight years of age. The cracks, weakness from her voice and relentless sobbing could tell that she had cried and begged for too long and now she's weary . "But why was she being punished?"...... A crime she ain't even sure she committed. "And why did she beg relentlessly?"........ Sometimes we carry a heavy burden and suffer for what's not our cause, we submit and beg because it's our only key to freedom. "Wouldn't she be forgiven and the beatings stopped? ".........Tagged as worthless and a godforsaken soul,what was her fate. Of course she did deserve forgiveness yet she deserved to be punished more because the monsterous uncle of hers acted stoned deaf. "And why will the elements of the Earth and the Earth itself not come to her rescue ...... Because that was her fate, yeah,that was my fate!!!! The beginning of my dark days,the period of my life,I saw nothing but myself in ruthless Jeopardy,shitty and messy I was , craving for the claws of death like a little child craving for icecream. My soul screamed"let me live,let me live,let me live", my mind told me " there's a light at the end of the tunnel", my concience asked me " are you truly fighting" and a little thingy tiny voice whispered " Breathe, Believe and Just Live!!!.