Cor Inane

If I didn't write I would go crazy.....

I will cry out into the void, 

I will pour myself out into the emptiness, 

I will carry loves burden alone, 

I am devoured by passion's flame, 

a fire we made together, 

I now tend alone waiting for her return. 

What connection is there without her? 

Who would hear the cries of a wounded heart? 

Who's hand could I grab onto as I wait for her? 

Who can understand this weight I carry? 

Does she feel the same?

There is no joy without her, 

there is no room in my heart, 

she fills every space, 

the feeling that was so powerful, now consumes me away. 

I am a sacrifice on Eros pyre. 

Only the dead know the end of pain, 

there is no fighting in the grave, 

there is no longing to those who have passed on, 

their war is over. 

I am jealous of those no longer feeling, 

Oh to be numb from this torment.  

Hope is cruel,

a chain binding me to this plane, 

love has poisoned me, 

Aphrodite's rose thorns have punctured my heart, 

I am alone.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Davidgeo]

You're not a lazy writer like many of us (i'm very lazy). Yet. In a few months you will probably be high trash like the rest of us.

I do like how you write Dave. You do what you do very well and I think that is one of the best compliments I can give. I don't really care what you do, but if it gives me a little glimpse into another reality I'm going to read it. That's usually a good thing unless your Ed Kemper. You are not Mr Ed and you write very well.

How insane do you think half the writers on this site really are? And how many do you think are role playing as insane for content?


Would you like the source code?

view-source:https://www.writerscafe.org/writing/dtwalkex/2921546/

[Dave W.]

Thank you very much, it's weird to me that the source of my pain allows me to write so much, not just pain but joy as well, I have a storm of emotions raging, I am compelled to write to get it all out yet I am never emptied.

[Davidgeo]

I think they are versions the same thing, pain and joy. Behind them is a mechanism of control some of us lost control of or replaced it with something dysfunctional. When the 'reason'(memory) is pre verbal, those people never come back.