Peter Dome Poet Free verse

Every Day I Die

I cry yet do not weep
The remnants of my pillaged decaying heart
Lay in the putrid  foul gutter deep
Beneath your feet
Cursed at birth wounded throughout life
Feeling the hurt of countless stabbing knifes
A mere puppet torn this way and that
Deflated emancipated buried
Feeling lost lonely and crap
So much love to give
I spend my life in darkness and limbo
And do not live
Time goes past
So fast
I lay here in my cocoon
And lick my wounds
On the dark side of the moon
Lacking affection and tender care
I reach out but still no one there
No lovers head nuzzled gently upon my chest
Do rest
No pleasure no relief
I mourn my passing with so much grief
Unwanted unloved unlovable
I rest my weary bones
In the freezing  gutter my heart no home
Waiting anticipating my impending fate
Won't someone rescue me
Before it's too late
As I slip closer and closer to oblivion.



Peter Dome.copyright.2014. Aug.

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Sara Kendrick August 23, 2014 at 1:59 PM Don't slip away we need the talent here..Enjoyed reading your thoughts about what it might be like to be in the gutter..Thanks for the visits to my page..Sara Peter Dome August 23, 2014 at 3:03 PM Sara thank you so much. your a great asset to any site. always kind caring and supportive. you have a good heart we need more people in the world like you, and some of the great people here. Hope we can make your dreams come true now. Take good care. my best wishes. Pete.

Eileen Manassian August 18, 2014 at 1:00 PM How often have I been in the same place, Peter. I know what you are going through. Yesterday was a day of tears, today is better. We have to hold on to the good as long as it lasts. My thoughts are with you. Hugs Peter Dome August 18, 2014 at 4:46 PM In my prayers Eileen. God bless Pete. X. Peter Dome August 18, 2014 at 4:45 PM Hi Eileen. sorry you can relate to this. I find writing and expressing myself like this very therapeutic. also my faith in God. Some can express themselves some find it more difficult . but sometimes I feel we need an outlet to reduce the pressure. writing is my way, and keeps my mind off other things. thank you so much for passing by. glad your feeling better. Pete.

Toquyen Harrell August 18, 2014 at 9:50 AM Hi Peter, read my "My Delectable" and you will see. As long as you reach for human faces for your needs, you are not going to be fulfilled. Hope this helps. You will always have me as a friend. Miss that funny jester. :)

Jan Allison August 18, 2014 at 9:25 AM Oh Peter so deep and dark I do hope things improve for you soon my friend:- Hugs Hugs Jan xxx Peter Dome August 18, 2014 at 9:41 AM Sorry about your sister. I'd hate anyone else going through it. She needs love and reassurance, and someone who understands. writing is my therapy I need to express my thoughts and feelings, as things just get too much. if she ever needs a compassionate ear; I will pray for here. take care thank you. Pete. X. Jan Allison August 18, 2014 at 9:29 AM Not easy when you are down to pick yourself up is it:-( My sister suffers from depression - spends days locked away in bed:-( Hugs jan x Peter Dome August 18, 2014 at 9:27 AM Thank you so much dear friend. Pete. X.