I sit watching and waiting, nerves tender to the touch
As anxiety and worry pound through my brain
And threaten to push their way out in the form of a hollow cry
Of anger and despair
I clutch my chest as if to prevent the blood
From leaking out from my now bleeding heart
Confusion and anger drove my fist to palm;
As if to pound out the reasons for each emotions existence,
Knowing good and well how they were created
They were born into me after being raped
Of my once innocent mind
Impregnated with the lies and falseness of love
And now as my soul tries to abort the growing blackness within
My mind struggles to focus and come to terms that this reality is my own creation
So I continue to wait:
Eyes fixed on the clock and a hand ready for the phone
Wondering if my love will ever again come home.
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Amazing words
Thank you for the read and taking time to comment, means a lot.NAP
Bloody good poem NAP..
Really enjoyed it. Well done !!
Appreciate the read and comment PHR means more than you know.
Wonderful piece of poetry! Really enjoyed reading. Thanks for sharing
No problem, thank you for giving it a read and always taking time to comment.. NAP
AWESOME!
Thank you sir!
Welcome
Doubt in your lovers devotion can be torture. You express the angst and confusion well.
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