- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Torment
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Torment
Binding, binding, snares of words
Searing, searing, bites of hurt
Words like arrows, pierce and cut
The torment, unending, its barbs jut
Into my flesh and pierce the heart
And eat away the vital particular
Burning, cutting spikes of flame
The words go round and round the same
From torment do I now seek flight
And wish they speak no more this night
My heart grows cold, the north wind blows
The anger, the hate it ever grows
I see no point in words of peace
For I know my torment, shall ne'er cease
But to my hurt they are as blind
For all is hidden within the mind
My anger boils and overflows
I only wish that now it froze
A mask of apathy let me don
All feelings of pain, I wish them gone
But torment, ah torment doth ne'er cease
Its from may change, but no release
From pain shall ever touch they heart
Just pray and hope it ne'er will start.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousalmost 11 years agobut nice try,
also assorted errors or typos detract, i.e. "Its from may change"
"From pain shall ever touch they heart"
if I might suggest, post one or two poems well edited and proofed, 5 is a bit much especially with so many errors or oversights, no offense!
