if forever more I'm stuck writing in vain My trashcan poetry of love an pain

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My trashcan poetry

by the moonlight I can clearly see
all my sorrows
you were once my woman , my lover
my friend
and I have contemplated over a million ways
I have loved you

but you have become the shadow of my lover
a ghost that's here nightly to taunt me
reminding of that I've lost
something more precious than the torments
of my prideful soul
my heart wounded bleed's through all the cloth
I was wearing in such pride

in the dark you once whispered in my ear of love
as moonbeams danced upon our skin
do you remember when
every night is the same
as a pagan I pray to the unknown god's
who have forsaken me
they sit back an watch as My world deteriorates
making no attempt to help Me
left to be tortured by eyes of of your ghost
as it watches

there is a emptiness that embodies me
waging war in my mind
I'm tired , weary of it all
lost...
broken..
so broken..
My loss torments my soul

My heart was sacrificed on the alter of flames
as it bleed into the ashes
becoming My median to poetry
words written in despair
easily flow across the page written in the ink made
from the blood and ashes
It's been years since the last time
I've felt any sort of peace
that I cared to hang onto

everything we have done in life
we remember
whether we want to consciously bring it back or not
if I could rewind it....
I would replay my life
not just to see the good times
though I'd stop for a taste of the joy we once felt
to know it wasn't all bad

I'd do it mostly because I'd like to know
just exactly where it all fell apart
and If there was or is any hope

or if forever more I'm stuck writing in vain
My trashcan poetry of love an pain

~ D Donner ~

Author's Notes/Comments:

Yep this is what happens when demons and ghosts won't let you sleep