Drops...

By SolApathy

In the darkness of the rain
The drops echo my pain
Thoughts of you caress my soul
A wicked torture
As you are no more
Stricken from me
Not to be
Agony of losing you set me on fire
My desire
So strong
Needed you for so long
Torment of never having you again
Consumes my soul
Broken
Insanity leaks through the crack
No going back
Wicked thoughts
Raw self-hatred
And memories that never were
Will never be
Old ones fading into misery
Insanity grapples with my last sane thought
For a moment of absolute clarity
I can see where we could have been
That pain is the last
The stake of insanity
Driven in
Free of corruption
Free of pain
Free of the thoughts of love
Am I insane?
Shiver the thought as you look to me
In my eyes
No mercy do you see
No compassion
No quarter
No sanity
No more me
I take the gun and end
My only
…misery

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© 2020 SolApathy
Published on Saturday, July 1, 2017.     Filed under: "Poetry"
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  • FadedBlues On Saturday, October 20, 2012, FadedBlues (2172)By person wrote:

    ..this is a good display of the battered emotions that lead to fatal depression...

  • A former member wrote: This is deep and emotional, nice rhyme and rhythm. I love it.


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