I feel

A small look into my mind and woes

I feel dead
Numb to the core
Living in hell
Demons tormenting my soul
A shape shifted of sorts
My personal demon
Love is what she shows me
Then becomes my greatest fear
Feeding on my weakness
To wet her fangs
But all she seems to screech is MORE
How can I live in this hell
My body
My eyes
Long for love
Understanding
Passion
Happiness

Things that do not belong to a dead man

I have walked my green mile

Ate my last meal

Heard my last song

Now all I can hear is her siren like call

What is it she sees

Why won't she let me be

I need her

I love her

But I know I can't trust her

Her family is not in me

Her love is not for me

A spouse I am not to her

It pains me to say

That I am dead to her anyway

No matter what I do

She will only be here in body

Not in mind

She is just passing the time

What am I to do

When she stare right through me

Only to see you

I am horrible

I am worthless

A sick man

That has a lustful tendencies times ten

She was my sanctity

She was my heaven

Now she cries and won't even kiss me

How many times will I die

How long will I fry

In this hell of mine

Author's Note

Not sure what else to say about this one. Its just something I have been dealing with and feeling for a few year or so now. Comment, Review, Rate

Reviews

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

We have to forgive ourselves also and move on or we will stay in this hell we have created. Well written.

[Coyote Poetry]

Sometime hard to see the good in a life. A lot of struggles will test us. A strong person will hold on and not give up. Everyone need time to think. Real love become stronger and more kind when it must. A lot of conflict and desire in your words. Good things are worth waiting for. Some pain need more time for healing. A powerful poem. I hope all is well with you.
Coyote

[JENY]

you have a special ability to wound reader's mind with words.....
you depict your pain with that much genuineness ..
fantastic.....