My Cursed Self-Affliction
I've been stabbing myself for years,
and causing these forlorn tears.
Wounds that will never heal
because of the weapon I wield.
Not a blade, but with my eyes,
from reading the bitter cries
of the angry words he wrote,
ones he used to cruelly smote.
I curse myself for this self-inflicted pain!
What is there for me to gain
by remembering the past?
How long will this self-torture last?
Until I throw away the letters
that keep me shackled in fetters
or until I tear out my own eyes,
the orbs I've come to despise.
If only I could be so bold
and break the evil demon's hold
I'd be free to live my life
without reason for sorrow or strife.
But I suffer from an affliction
from which I seek no benediction.
From my self-inflicted form of grief,
I seek no cure and no relief.
Why do I punish myself this way?
Is it guilt because I didn't stay?
No! That would be a lie
I know he's the one who didn't try
to break free of his obsession
and rid us both of the deep depression.
My wounds will continue bleeding
for I know I will keep on reading.
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January 22nd, 2016
Self-Inflicted Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Slausen
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