The Cloaked Figure In The Shadows Poem by Jada Pagan

My heart writhes in pain,
As I struggle to figure out why,
Everytime it seems I have something,
It slips between my fingers.
Why must I be tortured so?
What have I done that is,
So wrong that Love shuns me?
It stands in the corner,
Laughing as I crumble and
Fall to my feeble knees.
Is it truly love,
Who stands cloaked,
In the shadows?
Or is it hell,
Who laughs gaily,
As I am tortured,
In the worst way.
To lose the loved.