why on nights i feel such heat,
cool like winter on nights to freeze,
why my hands curl up into fists,
screaming as you find sweet bliss,
why my body becomes like oil,
water won't cleanse my bleek turmoil,
why my eyes shine bright with revenge,
i will not stop until i see you cringe,
like a demon banned to hell,
my soul just wanders afraid to dwell,
but how can i be so impure,
forced to walk around like a whore,
i pray for days where i can breathe,
i want the life you took from me,
i never told the truth out of fear,
now my life is vanishing in the air,
i lost my sense and will to live,
i'm burnt out and i just can't give,
if lust is what you really crave,
then i shall watch you coil to your grave,
i will not let this end my dreams,
fro now i can not look to see,
but i do know the pain you feel,
i've accepted my life,
and i'm ready to heal.
Author notes
THIS IS A TRUE STORY
A contest entry
- YOUR MOST PAINFUL EXPERIENCE by bitter scarecrow.
750 points, ended April 3, 2007, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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hey good work
the way you express your pain in this poem shocked me, that's a good thing, good job.
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awesome awesome penning here...I can feel the emotional turmoil wanting to be released...not a whine like most describe pain, but real intense..Fear to me equals a great deal of pain and of course, theres the next steph which is healing...Good job, good luck!
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