I find my solstice in poetry
where i also find my pain
Cuz in the words on these pages
are emotions i never want to feel again.
so agony ensues
when all that i can do
is look back at these words
thinking thoughts of you
I don't want to remember
i don't want to forget
I know that i should move on
but right now i want to spin
around and around in circles
of endless sins
I want to feel the emotion
I want to feel the pain
poetry be my masochism
tears be my rain
these thoughts of you
will never wane
no matter what i do
no matter what i try
I let the sadness take hold
but my sadness is so shy
I need to feel
I want to cry
but my mind has locked it all inside
I feel it there
behind the wall
that my mind has formed.
it trickles through
it drips and drops
that are killing me ever more.
not feeling this pain
only makes it worse
my heart feels empty and gone
a dull ache in my core
a hole forever more.
so as i write this irony
I hope to set myself free
but so far all i'm doing
is failing miserably.
creating another misery
to add to my list of pains
that keeps growing exponentially
until i reach the abyss..........