This is a poem I just wrote tonight.


Every day I wake up dying
And every night I lay there crying
What’s the point in even trying
To survive in a world without your love

What I wouldn’t give to feel your breath
Upon my cheek like a touch of death
To wilt away at your every caress
As you squeeze my heart in an iron glove

Every time I think I’m mended
My heart gets torn and life upended
Leaving me sick with fresh resentment
As helpless as a fragile dove

Once again heartache has found me
So I’ll build a wall up all around me
Letting the pain and hate surround me
I only pray it will be enough

I take the cards that I’ve been given
Take the life that I must live in
Take the hand and toss my chips in
But I always fold when push comes to shove

COOL words dude,,,,I like it..

I really like it!!

great expression of conflicting emotions...

Well thank you! This is the first one I've written in a while that I think is worthy of posting. I have been trying to write from other emotions other than pain, but I have a hard time with it. When I write from pain, the words flow out and assemble themselves on the page. When I try to write from happiness or joy I have to work at it, and I'm never quite satisfied with what I end up with.

It's pretty much the same way for me with poetry. You are not alone.