No Remorse

A poem of pain and suffering.

Feelings of dread and pain cross my mind,

and I cannot stop the tears from flowing.

I punish myself for such weakness and put my mask on.

When I find a crack,

I try to mend it before others can see,

but sometimes I am not fast enough and they see through the cracks of my mask.

Then I must drone on to these strangers whom I do not know or trust about my life and the pain I suffer each day,

hearing their woes of pity and remorse makes me sick to my stomach.

I turn away as they try to say that they will be there for me.

But I know that it is a lie.

For I am a loner,

I know that there is no one who can really help me.

I was just put here to feel others anger and pain.

To feel their hands around my throat or in my gut.

Either way,

this life I have been living will soon,

come to an end.

Author's Note

My day was not of a good day. But then again, there are many days that I have that are not good days. So I write this small poem to tell of what I have gone through and what I am thinking of doing to stop it all.

Reviews

[desertraven]

the emaotion seeps right threw this one. well penned.
Sandra

[The Archangel Gabriel]

Spirit-

I suggest that you tough it out, camper. What makes you think that Heaven is any easier than here? You would still have to deal with the other people that are suffering here that you could have helped if you just made it through a few years of pain.

There are a trillion and one sad stories to read. But, there are also stories of redemption and people being saved! It is easy to get down if you look at the negatives, but please do not lose track of the positives.

"For I am a loner,
I know that there is no one who can really help me."

That is largely true. You have to help yourself. As they say, "You can lead a horse to water, but you can't make it drink."

These are troubled times. I have a feeling that things will get substantially better soon when this cloud of oppression is finally lifted.

I am sorry for your sad story, but you have a whole lifetime ahead of you to get past it. Perhaps, you would feel a lot better using your history to motivate you to help others with their life problems. You would be amazed how many people could just use a good shoulder upon which to cry, perhaps as a psychologist or a counselor.

Luv alwaze,
Gabe