Torment
I sit here with my torment,
chewing on my trident
wondering where our love went.
I have tried to repent,
but cannot get your consent
I feel you are hellbent,
And filled with too much resent.
I wonder what is the percent
Maybe it is only a fragment,
of all the hours I spent,
Waiting on your comment.
The heart you wanted me to make,
Is in my chest called heartache
I am afraid it will break,
And can never be a keepsake.
It might as well be fake
If only there could be a retake
Maybe even a remake,
Of my love oh how I ache
It’s getting close to daybreak
And I am still awake
The air now so hard to intake
Wish I were at the lake
And there drown all my sorrows
and I know you wouldn’t appose
I can feel your deathblows
Guess that is how it goes
When true love no longer grows.
Copyright © Kenneth Fordham | Year Posted 2007
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