Drowning in my ocean of fears
choking, gasping
Thrashing lost for years
Weighted by my regret
chained, strained
Memories will I never forget
Engulfed by the flame of my hate
charred, scared
My rage never to abate
By me I am haunted
locked, trapped
My broken soul flaunted
Irony
The title is not the poem: It is full of despair, overflowing with intensity - I love irony - I wish you contentment - Stella