Lonesome - Poem by Chris Tiganescu
So lonesome in this cold state
of mind. I reach up and in my
struggle I beg for a past that
was better then my presence.
It's time to take the final plunge.
This bitterness is biting at my
skin. Swindle my heart into your
coma of lies. Leave a mistreated
crumple of hate. The edge of
the line is rigid with every falter
of my existence. It beckons me to
leap. I hear Shattered drops tear
at my sill it's asking me to join the
earth with it. It's a beautiful life.
The life of the lost that is. No
worries no troubles just an ultimate
fate. It's never been enough to
save the skin that decays over my
dead heart. It's all I need. It's time I
peel back the skin of hate to release
my heart of the hate it harbors so
deep. Take these demons with your
hands. My choice of life is do it
alone and it shall be to the Benefit
of others. I am like the shattered lamb
striving to stand yet always crawling
beneath others. I am here to quench
the thirst that my life has given me.
There is no love to quench it.
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