Thomas King Poet I do not know?

Misery Loves Company

I sit watching and waiting, 
Nerves tender to the touch 
As anxiety and worry pound through my brain 
And threaten to push their way  
Out in the form of a hollow cry
Of anger and despair. 

I clutch my chest 
As if to prevent the blood 
From leaking out 
From my now bleeding heart.

Confusion and anger 
Drove my fist to palm; 
As if to pound out the reasons 
for each emotions existence,  
Knowing good and well 
How they  were created. 

They were born into me 
After being raped 
Of my once innocent mind, 
Impregnated with the lies 
And falseness of love.

And now as my soul tries to abort 
The growing blackness within
My mind struggles to focus 
And come to terms that 
This reality is my own creation. 

So I continue to wait:
Eyes fixed on the clock 
And a hand ready for the phone.
Wondering if my love
Will ever again 
come home

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