For I am

I am the thorn

she bleeds upon

as she licks the scars upon my soul

I am the booze she pours

when escape only is poured from the dregs of my soul

I am the love of her life

she has not yet known

I am the dreams she has

when she lies in the corner alone

She can't stand me

has already damned me

and when the day is done

she burns pictures she has not got

I am the sickness

she refuses to medicate

I am the place she has never called home

I refuse to dream anymore

all my thoughts are demons

all my memories scars

I refuse to feel

as the liquor kisses my lips

I refuse to heal

for I am

JSDEUEL Copyright 2008


 

Reviews

[laceyjane23]

this is a good poem! it is sad but good! there is no rage, only thoughts, and i love the words that you used in this poem " as she licks the scars upon my soul" very creative! keep on writing!
laceyjane

[KayOss]

I have to agree... There's not really more than a hint of sadness in this poem. I think it's more like resignation. You do a wonderful job of capturing the tone of one who's already resigned to his fate and accepted it. I love the tone of this piece and also the metaphors. Great job, here.

[Nykkiicia Cion]

sad, but there isnt any anger in the words even tho at sum points it appears as if ur being used...or is it that u are everything and everything she does?