You

 

My soul is the wasteland of nothingness.

My soul is an isolated place that is filled with the absence of nothing.

You

You have stolen from me my most valuable asset.

You

You have taken away the essence of my being

My life force

My

Creativity.

 

With your pain I languished in the opportunities of blissful words

That

Created meaningful sentences

That

Formed the story of my life

My world

My reality.

 

Without that pain I am useless.

Without that pain I am alone.

I am incomplete.

 

Everything that I thought I created

That I thought existed in my reality

Has faded into gray hues in the horizon of figmentation.

 

Nothing is what it seemed to be

And everything is nothing

My only reality is that you

You were

An egotistical

Self-serving succubus that came upon me like a thief in the night robbing me of

The essence of my being

My life force

My

Creativity.

 

And without that pain

My soul is broken

My spirit man is deceased

I am incomplete.

 

Your pain enveloped me

Your pain

It shielded my senses

It protected me from experiencing the

Terrifying realm of

Joy

Elation

Or even love.

 

Somehow your pain

Your pain brainwashed me

Etched into my being

The notion that

Sadness

Desolation

And grief

Were to be my only experiences in the realm of emotions.

 

Without your pain

I have lost myself

I have forsaken my destiny

I have attributed to the nothingness that now fills my soul.

And I have lost

My

Creativity. 

----Sheenae Westmoreland

Reviews

[BelieveInCelia]

'You' can be viewed as so many things.....
I enjoyed your writing very much.....

However, I must say that you have proven your last parting words so very wrong!
"And I have lost
My
Creativity. "

Your creative talent lives on! Thank you for sharing this with me.
Celia

[RaindropsRoses93]

wow, this piece was really amazing and it gave me great images in my head. The description in it was also great. Keep writing