Two. (Poem)

Steevie_00
Steevie_00 Members Posts: 124
edited April 2010 in Waiting To Exhale
I wrote this for and about someone early on.

IF you can see the pain that rages in me,
rip my chest open,
See there are two people in me.
One I love,
one I don't
See how he tears me apart,
limb by limb.
Throw him into a pit of fallen angels.
Waging war within me,
wicked man,
wicked ways.
It's a genocide within these,
killing my culture.
Whats left of me is a withered man.
I once stood tall,
but he rips through me, like a dull blade.
Feel like I'm caged,
like Jonah and the whale.
It's a lascivious fouled-mouth ghost,
taunting me.
The innocence of me days more and more,
each day that I live.
It's an abomination to have something like this in me.
I want share the sun with everyone,
not show that its so knavery.
Its an animal I tell you,
but will you ever believe me.
All you have to do is look inside of me,
to see that there's two people in me.
One wants to live,
the other I want to ? ,
but without him,
I can never be.
See the pain I go through,
its not like one you ever felt,
that's what I tell myself
He took me by despoliation,
I don't want him near me,
It's a moral principle that I face.
Without him, there cannot be a me I see.
I drop on my knees,
the pain is great, broken glass embedded in my knees.
This thought process cannot be healthy
it has to be detrimental to my health,
but who cares,
I punch the walls to ? the inner pain.
See I did it again,
put myself at his mercy.
I told you to rip my chest open,
rip him out,
he is unstable,
he makes me unstable.
I'm exhausted,
taken so much out of me,
leaving gasping for life.
Look deep inside me,
look past where you just looked,
see the reflection in my blood,
its you.

Comments