Survival of the Fittest- A Poem

It’s survival of the fittest dear,
But you didn’t make the grade.
You trod too gently on this earth,
A fledgling unafraid.

It’s survival of the fittest dear,
And a monster he has come,
Turned you black and blue he has,
Yet still you loved and loved.

It’s survival of the fittest dear,
But that monster chained you tight,
So when you finally escaped his hands,
You had no energy left to fight.

It’s survival of the fittest dear,
How fitting you should know,
That whilst your bones lay in the ground,
That monster, he still prowls.
On he hunts for other girls,
with hearts and souls too meek,
He’ll break their minds up one by one,
And scrape tears along their cheeks.

The world never deserved you dear,
Too cold and cruel a place.
But now you soar above them all,
No more tears upon your face.

Dedicated to my friend and cousin, who was lost to suicide following domestic violence

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