unloved

days of wastage
the wreckage of the living
the proliferation of
the undead, now dead
banished to where they'd
come from; the world
embraced with darkness and sleath
sloth; whispered lies
wrists slashed, nothing is said
more slashes, more blood
rain down on the guilt and anger
engulfed by the fires of rage
trapped in a dimension and
lost all of what's worth
to be called a life
hypocrisy, dancing like puppets
the best musical in town;
a blood-shedding catastrophe of
unfound love and denial

all is futile.

Reviews

[Karissa.]

I've gotta admit, this is one of the most powerful poems I have ever read. It's truly amazing. Great write.

[Eagle Cruagh]

Awww !
Unloved ?
You may have the title wrong----- this could be DENIAL OF LOVE.
Every woman is loved, some are worshiped, some are wined and
dined and some are neglected---but all women are loved!
You may be expressing the dark side, the unforgiving betrayal of
love.
You write beautifully ! What makes it so easy to read ? It flows.
Perhaps you could learn from your writing---let love flow, stop second
guessing yourself and love---- LET IT FLOW !
Here is hoping that you find love as beautiful as your poetry .
This is my favorite !
My rating : 100 %
----- Eagle Cruagh

[-Adam-]

Powerful, this could taken many ways, I believe. I would like to know your side if you ever get time. All in all this was a deep, but great poem. Well done.

-Adam-