Painful Pleasure

No one prepared me for what I found The fear Alive Suffocating Alone I stood An enemy without a face A child I was Though only a few years have passed Not one single day fades into night That I can’t feel your ghost Hovering just close enough to miss Yet still too far away to feel I do not dwell but in my heart My death is all that would’ve been accomplished Had I stayed in your liars arms Our passion was hell fire That I nearly lost myself in I would drown in your golden eyes As you just sat back and stared I grabbed the first outstretched hand Terrified my escape would once again be delayed My breath stuck in my lungs My fear absolute Until the mountains were unfamiliar The black dirt turned to red I ran from your spectre I ran from the demons nipping at my heals When I finally stopped Falling flat on my face I did not rise for days As I cataloged all the lessons I learned Always seeking that silver lining Forcing the smile through the pain Though it took some time I forgave every player in the game Except you If I forgave you I would forget you I don’t want to be without Your painful pleasure just yet
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Crismond Avatar
May 24, 2026 at 4:01 PM
The pain in this poem is palatable. I'm glad you weathered your situation.
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February 16, 2025 at 11:27 PM
It has been a very difficult year. I haven't written or painted anything in a long time. I'm trying to find my way back. I'm trying to find a balance between the clouds, where I feel at home, and the earth. Sometimes my reality is too much to handle. Right now I'm playing the role of an Asst Manager at Dollar General and I'm so exhausted all the time. But it keeps a roof over my head, which I hear is the exceptable way to live my life.
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February 13, 2025 at 5:37 PM
This poem is beyond comprehension. I hate to use cliches, but my mouth would not close. I see you have not posted in a year. You are too talented not to share your gift with the world. Your subtle sarcasm is beyond the dead-pan Steven Wright.
Crismond  Avatar
February 22, 2026 at 2:29 PM
I just posted a new poem. How are you? Are you ok?
Seeker Avatar
November 9, 2022 at 2:32 AM
Conflicting emotions, reminds me of the Stockholm syndrome
Crismond  Avatar
November 9, 2022 at 8:13 PM
Yeah it was a lot like that. Thank you for taking the time to visit my page :)
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