Poem: Torment
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Poem Summary
Torment is a poem about how a man feels when he breaks his woman's heart then realizes he made a mistake.
He suffers from nightmares. He has moments when he can hardly breathe. He has a heartache that lingers through the night. He is reminded he can not touch her for she is no longer by his side.
"Man Enough Now" by Chris Bandi
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Torment
He’s tormented with nightmares
since shattering her dreams
with the sharp edges of broken glass.
A prickly thorn
stabs his every breath
for leaving her alone
to face the wickedness.
A lingering heartache
knocks him to his knees
in the quiet of the night
when he misses her tender touch.
A fate full of lessons
bulldoze his heart
forbidding him to touch
the petals of her rose.
"Pretty Heart" by Parker McCollum
© 2020 BRENDA ARLEDGE
Comments
BRENDA ARLEDGE (author) from Washington Court House on November 21, 2020:
Liz,
Thank you for reading this one.
Yes, regret is often a thing that haunts a person.
Enjoy your day.
Liz Westwood from UK on November 21, 2020:
This poem is full of strong feelings and regret.
BRENDA ARLEDGE (author) from Washington Court House on November 13, 2020:
Ann,
That's me...so little words, but I usually get my point across.
Have a wonderful weekend.
BRENDA ARLEDGE (author) from Washington Court House on November 13, 2020:
Tiyasha,
Thank you.
Yes, I think that's the worse kind of heartache.
Have a great day.
BRENDA ARLEDGE (author) from Washington Court House on November 13, 2020:
John,
Thank you so much!
Have a wonderful day!
Ann Carr from SW England on November 13, 2020:
Good verse, saying much in so few words.
Maybe he'll learn through his mistake!
Ann
Tiyasha Maitra from Gurgaon on November 13, 2020:
Aah the heartache of a past mistake. Good one Brenda.
John Hansen from Gondwana Land on November 12, 2020:
Hindsight is a good thing, but it sounds like he burnt his bridges. Good poem, Brenda.
