Consumed In Fire, Consumed With Hate
My words gave me comfort when I was so consumed by pain
They kept me grounded kept me sane
For hours minutes days even years
But today all my effort only brings hot burning tears
My heart squeezing so tight that air doesn't enter my lung
Yet still my way only **** is flung
I can't think past this moment past this last broken day
With the morning comes the price I must pay
For today the cost was me in my entirety
No since in the hurt or the anxiety
I lost to a rot filled existence
It never changed no matter my persistence
Years now I was broken again and again
Now Id love to feel even broken within
Numb after so many blows I received
Survival seems to be all my mind conceived
Over and over beaten each time, yet loving once more
And no reason to had continued I mean what for
To be consumed by that which I can't create
People pretending to care perhaps too late
Its over, no more can my reality relate
Consumed in fire consumed with hate…
Copyright © Rose Henderson | Year Posted 2016
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