- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Tired of having to cry
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Fists of fear and resentment,
batter my wounded soul.
Knives of pain and regretting,
sundering what once was whole.
Searing needles of anguish.
Stab deep inside my brain.
Torture deep and effective,
the days of constant pain.
The handle so cool and inviting.
The bullet is chambered in.
Escape from the torment unbidden.
Would i relive it again ?
Once, surely is reparation,
for kharma's balance sheet.
I fear i would anguish forever
if this weapon my solace keep.
Defeated and barring forgiveness.
There is no one else to blame.
My curse, my deed, my illness,
the unrelenting shame.
Oh life give me some succor,
with dignity let me die.
Let not it wait forever
I'm so tired of having to cry.
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