"She" 7 - 4 - 02
late at nite
i lay and dream
remember the spite
ripping at my seams
memories of long
in my past
haunting my thought
a dark shadow they cast
at nite i wonder
is it the same
for her my origin
is she pained?
does she hurt
the way i do
does she scream
as i do?
i feel the hurt
nite and day
searing scorching
with incredible gravity
i feel its burn
inside and out
it hurts so much
all i do is shout
i feel weak
from the drain
i feel so empty
from this pain
will it end
for me or her
who will die
me or her?
slowly it ends
the well known pain
and then it ends
nothing more to drain
Thanks to Puddle of Mudd for the inspiration for this poem
I like this one a lot. I especially like the first stanza. Thanx for looking at my stuff. Glad you liked my bio. ;) So you do have a lot of poems about obsession I see. Obsession is such a good inspiration for poems though isnt it?
i wish sumone would write peoms about me..
well its good to see you haven't let anything bring you down. I know what a beacon of light and hope you are so its refreshing that no depressive angst has gotten to you. But seriously Lucky, a nice poem. I like some of the slant rhyme you have in there.
On a different note Puddle of Mudd I can't stand. They smacked my ass and stole my bran muffins, I told 'em they could drift down a river and die.
Nice writing, keep up the bitterness, it works for you.
Sincerely The flapping loose labia of Bella Donna