Life Too Surreal Poem by Kathleen Weibe

Sometimes there are no words to replace emotions
just left with an empty feeling inside
compared to death made itself comfortable
the worst feeling anyone should endure

It sits heavy on the heart like a 10 ton paperweight
all you can do is think about that person
the things you have done, right or wrong
but it was never out of disrespect

Showing that person that there are no limitations
of what you can do or will do for them
evidently I wasn't so blessed to have them for myself
call me greedy or possessive but that's who I am

I refuse to take no for an answer I'm persistent
in every meaning of the word
try hard to get past this milestone in your life
that torn your soul into a million pieces

Then the questions set in what the hell did I do
did I just make a deal with the Devil?
better yet what did I do to deserve to be replaced
all efforts went on unnoticed just passed by with out a glance

The overwhelming thoughts of them haunt you in your sleep
tossing and turning all you want is nothing more is them
why? why? why? constantly repeating in your head
as if it were a broken record or a skipping CD

You want to know more questions that should be asked
but, don't. even if you did ask them it will never be
what you expect or what you want to hear
the compulsiveness and obsessions linger like smoke

And then the hurt stabs you in the heart like a knife
the feeling of betrayal after all what you done for them
feel like you have just been used and thrown to the curb
visions of that person remains in your memory

Hoping, wishing, wanting, needing them is a must
did God have something against me so badly
for me not to have happiness once and for all
maybe it was something I did in a past life

Or maybe it could be the fact of the matter is that
they just didn't want me to be in their life in the first place
or just because of reasons unknowing
truth has a funny thing it surfaces itself in time

It pays to be honest then there will be no deceiving
or having the second thoughts even doubts
being up front truthful is better than being lied to
then at least you know what options you have

Then the choice will be all yours to be taken
without having the fear of coulda, shoulda, or woulda
even after the hurt begins to slowly fade away
and anger follows wanting revenge if you so choose

But that is a route I refuse to take seeking revenge
is a waste of my sweet precious time so I will wait
till the next time when love presents itself to me

2009 kw