I don't know what to do with myself
There are times when things get rough
There are times when things get rougher
There are times when all is well
There are times of rolling thunder
I can't imagine why it had to be me
Why someone else couldn't fall
Why couldn't I be allowed even a minute of happiness
Why do I have to be the one to feel two feet tall
Break ups happen every day
People who once stared into eyes of love
Now only see an empty shell of the one they once knew
I pray to God, that he takes me to the place above
The place without hurt or betrayal
The place with bounds of love and laughter
If I could make the choice of when to go there
I wouldn't hesitate to jump from the highest, high rafter
For my heart has been beaten too severe
To have hope in life tomorrow
All I feel like doing is dying
Because of my heart, that is filled with sorrow
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An interesting write.
WOW!!...this is a powerful poetic declaration.......you can feel the anger and the sadness interwoven here.....the power that Love has over a heart and soul especially after that Love is lost......causing the serious melancholy and depression that precedes the suicidal tendencies that often accompany a broken heart......this is beautifully crafted with a fine sense of rhythm and timing supporting the A,B,A,B rhyme scheme!!.....I pray that this is a fiction....but .....somehow I know it's not!!......stay strong dear poet brother for ~ "This too shall pass"!! as the old adage goes!!.......anyway.....in case no one else has said so.......WELCOME to COSMO!!........ALL STARS!!.......LOVE & ROCKETS!!.......T xo ?✴❤
This venting, poetic vitriol is rife with pure pain--a poetic proclamation portraying a suffering soul which could only be brought on by being jilted by a lover.
That is precisely why I refuse to love anyone ever again.
At least in the sense that one man loves one special lady.
I do love my Chihuahua, Gidget.
I also know she will never betray me.
Nice writing, Ivree Lawrence.
Keep a stiff upper lip...
~Dean Kuch