Sunday, September 9, 2012
Pushed
I fell
Not to say in love
But perhaps out of love
I dreamt of freedom
No longer being captured in his gaze
Free of the creature
The infamous jealous
Which clawed through my soul poisoning my every thought
I fell
Fell into darkness
Fell to the rich welcoming
Flames of Hell
I sold my soul to rid him of her
Demons
Which tortured her as jealousy had tortured me
I fell
Out of love
But no--deeper in love
Jealousy my closest friend
I hid this beast from him
Yet not careful enough as we said our last goodbye
He turned from me only to embrace
She that brought this creature to me
Jealousy mockingly moved on to another
Poor unfortunate soul like myself
I fell
Depression consumed me
I was falling
Too far for hope
I no longer saw the light
I am falling still
I realize now I did not fall
I was pushed
But to fall so far
There must be an end
A friendly ledge to save me
Perhaps I will be able to climb out
Start life over
But never again will I stand so near the edge of
Unrequited love
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