Doesn't deserve such a Title...

Ventilation

No matter what I tried
It was all in vain.
Every kick you deliver while I'm down
Helps remove the strain.
The agony
It hurts
Not the type of pain you normally feel.
I told you in confidence beneath the frozen sheets of hate
Yet all I feel now is anger
Burning red, furnace hot anger.
Still I want to reach out to you through the wardrobe
To enter the new globe you have created
Yet again I'm left with tears.
You said!
Those words you said!
Now stand like a hallow corridor haunted by all the promises
Wishes and kisses.
SO many had left.
And me?
Same as all those nightmarish dreams
Running forever but never finding a settlement like a banshee gone insane.
Ironic that its the fear of insanity keeping me going.
You said...All you said...

Reviews

[costa siwale]

Fantastic poem, very expressive,

[Simon Welsh]

Some people will leave you when you need them the most. Sad fact of life. Though, those who matter will remain.