The Quarrel with Shame

The Torture, The Torment, I can not tell,
that took out my spirits,from deep inside me.
The Tantrum of Tragedy,the sour taste of hell,
destined as my fate,forever to be.

I tried hard to forget,I tried hard to smile,
To wash from my mind,the memories so grey.
But the shattering of strength,of my heart so fragile
That state of no hope,the pain still does stay.

The battle with ideas,the Quarrel with shame,
the conflict with people,who tread against my way.
Some pity of my misery,Some spit on my name,
But either way they remind meof the damned day's dismay.

The face of the monster,the pierce of disgust.
the drama of cowardice
of the heartless insane,
I tried hard to forget,that Murder of trust
But my struggle for freedom
ended in
A quarrel with shame.