Tormented Tragedy Poem by Sebastian Melmoth

When something gets under your skin, the anger and frustration grows
It grates you, digs deep into the psyche, the falseness of demons bleeding from your pores
Every bodily hair stands to attention like soldiers on parade standing in solidarity to the pain
Inside your mind the whirlpool of mush keeps swirling around and around
kicked in the gut by the injustice, anger, fear the unfairness just keeps washing over you
Peoples illusion of control over your life like little Julia Caesars sending you mercilessly out into the lion's den
Shivering quaking the trepidation of the moment, head swelling about to erupt live a volcanic eruption
Suffering in silence, the outside world oblivious to your situation, to your nightmarish hell
Life full of colours yet feelings leaving you the grey silhouette alone in the crowd
Tears role down the cheeks of despair, the mountains of confusion awash a voiceless face
Choices to be made, live in the zest pit of woefulness or try to live a little whilst there is sand left in the hourglass
Try to find a piece of something that once represented who you are, who I used to be, for once upon a time there used to be a me
No fairy tale to tell, no forever afters, but maybe, just maybe a day of peace can be sought out of this tormented tragedy