Cry
GOD!
WHAT AM I?
What Am I? what am i?…
I am less than I hoped to be
Not, what I dreamed to be.
I am
Perfectly flawed
And framed in pain.
I have wasted my flesh
Chasing rashly, fantasies
I wished to posses
Torment is my brother
And loneliness
My closest friend
I am sinking
Deeper and deeper
Near the end
END!
I Want It To End.
The torture,
God! Let it end, let it end…
How long, how long, …
How long will it go on
And it was wrong
So very wrong
Again and again and again.
I am, I am
Perfectly flawed
And framed in pain.
Copyright © Michael Dom | Year Posted 2013
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