The Love Triangle (Conclusion) Poem by Compton Wright

Well here we are ladies as the secret is out there on the table
As caught red handed, handcuffed and locked up to see how
From finding out the truth that I was cheating on all of them between
The three of them like a love triangle or more like a cycle of love
Each one had their comments about they loved me and hated me
As the room was full of tears, echoed words of sheer anger and
The cold dead eyes of disappointment and disgust of a true lover

As every friend gave me an advice to brighten my soul like the sun
But my soul was so darken and black…the absence of all color but now
My translation darkness in my soul is absence of all happiness within me
So every day I wake up I wished I died and buried alive by the grim reaper
During the night of my tearful slumber…tears turn into sheer anger….wow!
I hated my heart and the world and hope the world nuked each other by war
So I held by my tears to show my smile but so fake but yet hidden all the pain

The pain that aches in my heart from each heartbeat for me to live today
But tomorrow was the same day I was rushed to the bathroom to vomit
As I looked into the mirror and I disgusted myself as a human being….
I’ve felt like I was human but a monster, a demon in their dreams….
An abomination that walks in this earth with no anger but now any remorse
Was now gone as my apologizes are not penetrating but really just fading away

So without care or love in my system I became a heartless and even soulless person
As my emotions started become an burden so I blocked them away so I was
Emotionless, Heartless, and Soulless so I was not human, I was not Compton
I was the sheer opposite of my guidelines as I started to get into fights and arguments
I became a puppet of my emotions even thinking that I blocked them but they are too
Strong and visual to hide away so as a ticking time bomb as it ticks down to the ending

The ending of my disguises and the beginning of my emotions start to become alive
My fist start to bleed from the wall punching, my eyes start to go blind from my tears
And my heart to turn cold and darken even darker as my depression blacken my beliefs
My beliefs of love, life and even people instincts and thoughts I judged their covers and
Even pushed everyone away from me to get a sense of reality and a little faith from God
But as from my emotion meltdown conclusion…I learned my lesson as karma had its laughter upon the torture of a young poet named Compton Wright….18 years old with
Misguided decisions and problems which leaded him to this pathway of distrust and lust
As this is my ending to my love triangle and the lonesome days and nights begin here
But what happens here? What goes on when time intertwines for the four of us to forget?
Well that my friends is called….The Aftermath….