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Befriending Despondency

I thought you were gonna accept me for who I am and who I am to become But, you abandoned me…now I’m a lost lamb…feeling numb and dumb Sadistically, you glared at me with fire in your eyes…I look at the Lord of the Flies Straight in the eye…my heart pounding in my chest violently & desperately You shot me with your angst and envy – I’m sick of hearing your lies You pulled the trigger without any warning…I’m befriending despondency Pound to the rhythm of my heart…my heart… (oooh…oooh…x3) Pound to the rhythm of my heart…my heart… Take a breath, look at me…don’t you see my misery? You broke my young heart apart…take heart… The scent of death – I smell the odor seeping out of your mouth… I cover my nose…I’m feeling down, sucking up my emotional debris Do you even see the tears rolling out of my eyes? Pound to the rhythm of my heart…my heart… (oooh…oooh…x3) You really think that I’m a weakling? Didn’t you see me triumphantly soar? (I don’t feel sorry for you…you attention whore – why were you the one I adore?) I am not a coward and I am not scared of you – you made me love you I know my heart is breaking bit by bit, but I’m stronger that I was before (I’m not sore anymore – I don’t love you anymore…you hurt me to the core, but I opened a new door) I’m through with you…I gave up on you – you made me weep tears of rue Pound to the rhythm of my heart…my heart… (oooh…oooh…x3) Do you feel for me or do you ignore me like the rest? I’ll try my best, darling, to pass the test that I detest I hate the thought of you leaving my side…I’m on my own I loathe the thought of you passing me by…I’m not alone Pound to the rhythm of my heart…my heart… (oooh…oooh…x3) Pound to the rhythm of my heart…my heart… Take a breath, look at me…don’t you see my misery? Do believe me – it’s not even close to a work of art But, baby, I believe in you, taking wing from on high gaily Pound to the rhythm of my heart…my heart… (oooh…oooh…x3)

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Date: 8/8/2014 12:23:00 PM
Such suffering..
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