I cry tears with no one to see
That all is dead inside of me
They burn as they roll down my cheeks
I swipe them away but they leave streaks
Not a soul knows the pain that is there
The loss of hope, the boundless despair
A vast empty void is all there is
Filled with a voice that makes me his
An evil voice that belongs to a beast
He makes of my heart his very own feast
He laughs at my pain, feeds on the hurt
His dominance does he always assert
He corrupts all that is good and true
Twists it all till life do I rue
He hates me and wants to hear me scream
To beg and to plead and to fear to dream
He won't be satisfied till I beg to die
All that is beautiful does he deny
Yet I am he and he is I
So why do I believe the lie
He is the master corrupter of all that's good
For decades alone against him I have stood
He wears me down like a mountain in rain
He is my nemesis, all of life's bane
So forever more until I am dead
The war rages on inside of my head
Awesome rhyming pair matches here ESP cheeks n streaks and beast feast. Somehow I could relate this poem to my dominating hubby except the screaming part. This poem is lyrical n emotive and so powerful n deep n soulful and I rate it a tour de force masterpiece. Nice to read from u again, pls do comment my latest poem on eclipse too.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You give an incredible insight on this health issue. The respect I have for you Tony and the want for your happiness I cannot express enough. May good things come to you.