You gawk at me like a turmoil of madness,
stroking every nerve of anger in my body.
You know what you do,
and you do it well.
First you love me
then
you hate me.
Where does this lead?

I kneel down in a puddle of my own tears.
You stand there
mockingly gazing down upon me.
No emotion expressed in my demise.

What do I do?
How do I handle this?

I can’t get back on my feet.
Each breath rips apart my essence.
Destroying
the good in me.
Creating this evil being that lies before you.

What have you done to me?
Where did I go?
How do I begin to recover
the pieces that are scattered through the mud.

I’m torn between decisions.
How do I evolve from here?

I’ll continue to marinate in my sorrow.
Anticipating the day that my soul will be liberated
from your grasp.

One day. . .

One day soon. . .

I’ll be me
and you’ll be you.

07/08/2008

Posted on 07/08/2008
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