Death From Within

Love is giving someone the power to destroy you...but trusting them not to.

The winds of change blow through me

Like an icy talon

Turning my heart to stone.

The feelings that once were

Have darkened

Like the blackest rose.

We always said forever

I guess that was a lie.

My hand is empty,

My bed is cold,

These lips that once 

Were warm with yours

Are now barren and bitter.

My soul is vacant 

Of the presence of you.

Your neglect has shattered my joy

And stolen my hope for tomorrow.

This is not how love should be

You promised so much more.

You took my life

And now I have nothing.

So I will just lay here

Gasping for air

Waiting for the day

When my body

Catches up with my heart.

Reviews

[Ezekiel Silver]

I like how emotional and accurate you make this poem. Terrific work!

[kazmac]

wow

[EmpressPoetess]

This is an awesome write. Deep pain and hopelessnes, plus rage. Awesome!

[Stammers]

nice ending, that was quite unexpected. Nicely put. Your simple-dealing of lines is very effective. Neat and well worded post, it could obviously give seed to something superior in future, keep writing.

[Emrick]

Nice poem

[FocusedAmnesia]

The ending is so amazing. It really tied the piece together. I can definitely relate to this. The emotion can be felt behind your words.

[nono]

This is beautiful and you just expressed such raw emotion in a beautiful way. I can just see the picture you painted with your words. Really amazing job!

[CLosed]

Wonderful, is this about a father? or am i way off?

[HopelesslyDevoted]

wow... this is the feeling that so many have had or are having but not many know how to put into the right words to describe it.
neglect is one of the worst things to feel the effects of. i think most of need to be needed but don't like to admit it. but it is a natural human emotion, and there is a person out there that will know how precious love is and will not hurt you or neglect you. i know how you feel. thanks for writing this poem and sharing your feelings in such a creative way.

[Matthew Kult]

Hello Scarlet

Soul as black as the darkest of roses...over a man. It's a terrible feeling when you have your heart torn from your chest, it sometimes not only shatters your heart, but your mind. Then who do you become, but a shell of a life that just walks the motions never trusting another, never experiencing love.

Then...you grow angry. You start enjoying others misery, it makes you feel some warmth inside your cold bitter soul. Then the desires come...the urge to redo what happened to you. You are not the weak one... you should not have been the one hurt...and so you hurt what has hurt you.....

Always,

Matthew

And may I say Want that picture of the girl in blue in the leaves....