Choosing Torment? Poem by Harriet James

Choosing Torment?



After all the lies,
What am I to believe?
I followed only what
I wanted to see.
So now I just see
With my eyes,
Not what I read.

Deep inside,
I know our hearts
Do not lie.
Deep inside I know
He's playing
With his own mind,
And mine.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Captain Cur 17 August 2012

Hearts are vulnerable and imperfect. Knowing one's own self is the greatest challenge. You expressed the conflict in a sharp and pointed way. Good write.

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Eric Cockrell 11 August 2012

love is the continual act of dying, and being reborn... of lies and truths, of sins and forgiveness, of falling down and getting back up... but, is it love?

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Stevie Taite 10 August 2012

I love this poem. We would rather have torment that the emptiness

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