Hate Me as I Am
I am who I am. I write poetry and paint really badly. Please be patient.
The ricochets of sounds
Of dead dreams bounce
Off my walls at night
When all I want is sleep.
Night is no comfort
For the pain,
Blades of steel
Sever every last cord
Of hope and humanity.
When betrayal rests below
Your pillows making insomnia
Impossible to bear,
You ask for one bullet to end it all.
Physical pain no longer
Compensates for the feelings
That lurk deep below the surface
Where the war wages within.
A puppy abandoned by
Once loved owner,
Is all that seems
To explain this situation.
How could you do this!!!
© 2019 Wendy Engela
Comments
BRENDA ARLEDGE from Washington Court House on June 20, 2019:
Betrayal hurts beyond repair sometimes as our hearts ache with the mind constantly flashing unanswered questions.
Live your life. Keep going. The answers will come in time. The painful hurt will lessen.