Villanelle Pain Poems | Villanelle Poems About Pain
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Mother, mother can't you see?
How much are you putting the needle,
Deep inside of my heart?
I know the pain won't go away!
I know you are blind to see the truth!
Pain pain pain,
When will you go away?
Anger, hate & discouragement
Always comes my way!
What am I supposed to do?
I feel alone deep inside,
I feel the empty pressure against my chest,
In a prison of hate,
I am sick of the people who I love,
Betraying me & ruining the trust,
God above who sees your actions,
I hope He will never forgives you,
For you who keep on sin.
One day you will see
Throw my eyes & my pain,
One day you will stop on pretend,
Realize your mistakes,
It will be too late,
I will be gone far away,
I will never come back again!
They call my name but I do not hear.
Their words and voices are anything but clear.
I don't even try to listen; I'm filled with fear.
You do not notice my absence, I know.
I know that you forgot me long ago.
I reap, not my work, but what you sew.
What you've done cannot be forgiven;
What you have taken cannot be re-given.
The more pain, the more my heart hardens.
The more they seek me, the more I hide.
All but you have at least tried,
To reach me when I am far off, when I've died.
You go to a place far away from home,
When you feel so completely alone.
Going through your life with a fine-toothed comb,
And they expect appreciation, to be let in?
No can know, no one can know my sins.
My spirit is weak, my soul feeble, my trust shaken.
You haunt me where ever I go.
I still taste the venom, it was so long ago,
But I, I remember what you did, and so,
I try to forget, try to erase an abundance of pain,
But my memories will always be of storms and rain.
I needed you so much but never will again.
I picked a poisonous flower,
Sometimes even the beautiful will devour.
You took something sweet and made it sour.