Torture

Written by: Eileen Manassian

There’s torture of the body
And the torture of the mind
But the torture of the heart
Is the most horrendous kind.

To know you must not express
The wealth of emotions felt
To have to suppress the dream
Is to burn until you melt.

You are careful of each word
And you laugh despite the pain...
It’s torture to be in doubt
If his love can keep you sane

To know it can never be
For you’re lost inside love’s maze,
To accept it’s a lost cause
Is to set the heart ablaze

Torture is a painful thorn
That your little heart impales
It won’t stop till you’ve bled dry
You don’t dare to voice its tales

He is near enough to touch
But his heart is worlds away
Can torture be worse than this?
No, the rest is just child’s play