Trinity Biles Poet Free verse

Twisted Inside

I'm twisted inside, 
like an old oak tree 
that was once strong and strait, 
now a gnarled mess of my own skin. 
Blowing violently 
with no control over my fate. 
I feel frozen, 
so cold that the heat of a thousand suns 
could not thaw my cold, cold, heart, 
and I've become a living time capsule
of my own miserable life. 
I'm learning to live half alive, 
a part of me dead,
rotting inside,
and filling me with filth, 
yet to my surprise, 
no one really tried. 
I'll soon become a shell,
hollow and empty. 
Everyday I feel myself draining 
of blood 
and the light that you might call a soul. 
I'm twisted, filthy, frozen shattered inside. 
I'm dark, dirty, and filled with sorrow and hate.

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Bl Devnath February 20, 2015 at 10:59 AM Pain and sorrow are the part of life, so many times such situation may come but patience is the medicine to overcome that. A nice heartfelt poem packed up with deep passion. Beautifully done. Loved always, my lovely friend,bl Trinity Biles February 20, 2015 at 1:30 PM Wisely spoken. Thanks again BL Lots of Love -TJ

Poet Destroyer A January 15, 2015 at 10:44 PM Once again, I'm happy to read your reply. I try my hardest to find poets who enjoy my visits. Glad you like getting positive feedback. at times, I will read and leave no comment, cuz every poet is different... luv linda

Poet Destroyer A January 1, 2015 at 5:35 PM Oh Yes, now I'm seeing the picture here. Twisted Inside. WOW... What would you say, If I said... That's me, all of the above. However, I'm not vicious nor vile. Loving this write. Wish I could give it a 10.... adding this on my favorite list. Love Linda Trinity Biles January 14, 2015 at 1:16 PM Really? I'm SO happy that you enjoyed it so much. Thank you for sharing with me, really, I love feedback and this made my day Lin. Much Love Dear -TJ

David Meade November 12, 2014 at 12:14 PM Oh the slow poison of death, fear, hate, unlove . . . you need a Tom Bombadil, a character in J. R. R. Tolkien "Lord of the Rings" . . . who sings to the trees. The heart needs to hear the sweet sounds of hope that seeps deep to the roots . . . Trinity Biles November 12, 2014 at 7:00 PM That's wonderful. I'm enjoying researching the work since I haven't read any them.... I really love the comment. Thank you. -TJ