- Non-Erotic Poetry
- I am the Wraith
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Click hereMy mind so numb
My body so cold
I listen but don't hear
I do what I'm told
I look but don't see
What has happened to me
I look in the mirror but refuse what I see
Like a moth to a flame they all burn
I'm a plague with a pretty face
Tricking them, making them yearn
Like lambs to the slaughter they come to me.
Like the disease I am I destroy all near me
My heart like ice I cannot feel
Burned so much, never will I heal
Trust is a luxury my heart won't allow
Pain is all I know, my life up until now
Many have tried but none can succeed
All say they will stay, but always do they leave
Like a god I have followers but none who last
Once they see beneath the surface they run away fast
Meant to be alone, love always ending
I know not what to do with my life, so I sit here pretending.
I smile and laugh and say all is well
Inside I'm numb, living in my own personal hell
I crave love and affection forever more
I know I cannot have it, to do so would hurt more
Like moths to a flame I burn all who come near
Love is a pain I can do nothing but fear
I hope one day one can withstand the heat
It would take such a strong person to achieve such a feat
I dream of a love that will never end
A love people write about, to strong to ever bend
I only hurt those who come near me
This I have proven
Maybe one day hell save me, the circle forever broken.
- COMMENTS
That whole 'love people write about' thing is overrated, a rush of neurochemicals that dissipate after 18months tops (unless unrequited, that's another story and trust me, that's a very lonely road.) After those chemicals fade, the love worth having is the 'love' that exists as a verb. The conscious, constant choices to create a life with another person, to come together and share life's burdens as well as it's happinesses. Those chemicals will only ever take you so far, but the daily commitment to another person, to accept them and cherish them no matter what, that's what 'love' really is. And you, even with your emptiness and pain, you can make this commitment.
Maybe you're too hard on yourself. Or maybe not. What I can tell you is if you never risk there's no reward and pushing out those who offer you love is a good way to assure you never get what you're looking for. Well written.
Pain is all i've felt uptil now
real Kick-er lines : hv commented on ur other poem also You're a Deep one !