poetry of the Dark, Erotic, Violent, Sacreligious & Macabre

Constant

 

no one knows this pain,

constant

breaking this broken heart,

indiscriminately

in a fetal position I lie,

a perfect picture of heartbreak

weeping

drowning

waning

dying

in infinite misery,

torn apart

ripped apart

stepped on

trampled on

I am the lingering aromatic

of loves once true love

before he died inside of me

still brings about an absolute suffering;

and no matter how many times

someone says it’s going to be alright

they don’t understand the vacant hole

residing in the center of my soul

and how it refuses to mend

broken

vagrant

violent

empty

I am

This entry was posted on February 18, 2013 by . It was filed under Fiction, Poetry and was tagged with , , , , , , .

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