Raging
Gazing through the cold glass, the rain sensuous and graceful as it slips and twists down the face of the window. These are my tears. I have none left to cry. Holding my heart here in my hands, bruised, broken lifeless. You've left me. And I whisper Why? Oh, why...
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I close these hollow eyes unable to share, unable to bear the wondrous glory of life. Like a relentless ghost memories of you slip in, pervading every thought. I twist, I writhe, I fall to my knees. I cannot escape you... and you're gone. You're gone. ...
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Why did you do this to me? What sweet poison did you minister to my soul with your kiss? A flame roared to life deep within my soul, a hungry, ravenous blaze. A fool, I let it rage, delighting to let you feed it with the longing of your eyes, the fire of your touch, your desire crashing over me like waves of a hungry storm. and I was lost... I am lost...
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The fire! How my soul screams from the torment of it! You would not quench this voracious blaze, and now it consumes me, ravages me, driving me from my senses. What a cruel and relentless agony you've borne in me, what torment, unending torment you sentenced me to when first I comprehended the longing in your eyes. the longing in your eyes... |
Oh, such keening of the heart I cannot endure. My soul wails in anguish. Blind, I stumble, lifelessly, through each day, groping for the hope that is lost. There's none to staunch this fatal wound, and so I pray to die. How sweet to die.
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I am spent. there is nothing left to me. All that is pales to what is you. I struggle to hold on, but the futility of it all, the hopeless emptiness.... I am a shell, a hollow, lifeless shell, driven to a living death by your loathing. All I can whisper, as I wander through this tomb of life, is why? L. Kathleen Mathis - Dec. 1997 |
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