Short Introspectionloneliness Poems

Paid Hurt

Paid Hurt 

Silence is my best defense..
Nothing else is; I am convinced..

Hurt keeps on stocking its prey..
Keeping on until it has its way...

Deceitful and cunning it keeps on hunting...

Hurt turns into loneliness and loneliness into despair..
Slowing robbing love it doesn't really care...

Separation is hurt's closet friend...
Slave to hurt, it will be to the end..

Hurt is being paid handsomely well...
Ripping out a desolate soul to sell.