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Click hereMadness coursing threw my veins.
Distrust, Delusions, Distortions, the edge of total despair.
Treachery of the broken hearted.
Toppling into a fathomless pit of blackened loneliness.
Too live unloved is all to excruciating to face.
A touch, A kiss, A caress, A love to share. Sweet bliss.
My despondent plea for companionship, is this all too selfish to ask?
Revealing my soul like the fool of hearts.
Always to love, but never to be loved.
Such a wicked statement, but unfairly true.
Frightful horror of dreams, of aging and to die alone.
Such nightmares. Why must I be the bearer of this misfortune? Damnation at
birth, to suffer this unjust life.
Vision obscured by the bottom of a bottle.
Bathing in the pool of demon alcohol.
Purifying my soul of this bleak heartache.
Cast from society, unnoticed. labeled another sad statistic.
Marked by the beast called humanity.
Hell is but of this earth, and I dwell in it's mist.
A lost and wandering soul.
Not by choice or by wrong doings.
But ever wanting the love I so deserve.
The victim of unobtainable love.
You saw into me with this poem...why some are so fortunate to have love...be loved...and others never get that ultimate gift...is truley saddening..
How fortunate is the person that does not have the frightful dreams ~ of aging and dying alone.
Looking beyond the pain is more a vision of self-pity;
Only by letting the pain wash over will your strength and love flower.
of all the countless poems I have read,,, this one spoke more clearly to me than any other,,, tis sad, but true