Old poetry

Mar 25, 2008 - 20:27 PM PST
Ok so the following was written during a pretty dark time in my life. After reading some others here on QL I thought I would post this. I do not claim to be a writer.

Again rittled with the pain that I live.
Holding back the tears to fill up my soul.
This unwanted love that will not cease.
Wanting it gone but fearing its eternal breath.
Anger, pain, suffering, jealousy loam over all.
Giving all to an angel of near perfection.
Losing all to such heavenly being.
Lost in the fog of desire.
Looking for new beginnings.
Feeling like there is no other.
Why lose such grace over one so small.
Strike me down so I may be free.
The bane of being in such remorse.
Finding only solace in night unwaking.
Unwanted as these thoughts I find myself.
Alone with none but thoughts of death.
Not wishing to bring it about by hand of mine.
But wait for that cold touch to come.
Sadly now wanting lust over such love.
Lust easily drowned in act or drink.
Love's ungiving fury marks my life.
Grieve the death of happiness.
Breath the death of soul and life.
Cursed by God with more than needed.
Enfinite love turned over.
Heart crys out for gift of love.
Crawling to into dark reaches of existance.
Demons of the mind contend.
Control is lost and love unbound.
Hatred of love now begins.
For nothing good has come as now.
Cut out the cancer of the soul.
Dull my thoughts to clear my mind.
Create no other such as me.
Pain and suffering are what I have.
No living now nor shall again should feel this way.
The curse of love is the end.
I have taken too much of all your pain.
Now filled up with more my own.
For years surpressed and helping others.
My time has come to deal with mine.
Yearning for much simpler times.
To be but a child not only in heart but in all.
To give and recieve all loves rewards.
Pour out the water to quell such flames.
Turn back the clock to save a friend.
The past has gone the future is yet.
For now stuck between the two.
Stagnet am I in life's creul path.
Forgive me please I hate this all.
I mean not to bring pain.
Goal of life to bring such joy.
Smashed by my confussion now.
I pray that I am alone in such grief.
No more should ever bear my pain.
To leave it all and start a new.
A place, a name, and a new home.
Abandon this life and start again.
To be followed by Pain's cruel hand.

Oct. 29,2004

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Jun 07, 2008 - 12:38 PM

writergirl01 on
Despite the minor spelling mistakes: "confussion" & "a new" this is really good. Ususally, I point out a line or two that really stood out to me as good, but honestly there were too many to include. Among my favorites: "Alone with none but thoughts of death" and "Cut out the cancer of the soul."