A man with a desire so pure in a world so defiled,
Used, cursed, hurt and even reviled.
Got mixed up in the quagmire of lies and filth,
Thrust aside by all even those who said they cared and without guilt!
Alas! Death could quell his uncontrollable hurt and pain,
What good would that accomplish? And upon the wrongdoer would it still not rain?
So he goes along the best way he can,
Seemingly with no comfort, no hope, or no plan!
What good is speaking when words are meaningless?
What good is living when life is worthless?
Bombarded by questions with no answers,
Awaken by nightmares and his loneliness he has not mastered!
Walking through life's mazes, he gazes but where?
At no specifics, just staring with an empty look deprived of care!
He has been raped by love and he has been slapped by the Devils agents,
He fights to do what it right, for justice, still he must be patient!
Why would somebody be so unkind? Why would somebody be so mean?
What is there to be gained by being so deceptive? Yes! What is there to glean?
The world continues to spin and everybody proceeds unaware of what he is thinking,
This adds to the confusion, the madness, the rage so he is not even winking!
Alas! He has become callous, not in love, but in that he is not afraid if he dies,
All he ever wanted was someone true and not to be scorched by lies!
He rises everyday operating like a Zombie,
He moves and functions but that is not what he used to be!
To help you appreciate his ailing, have you ever been on a flight, 33,000 feet in the air?
Have you ever felt strong turbulence that gave you a big scare?
Reflect on that situation; imagine yourself in that seat,
Do you feel the hopelessness? Do your feel his heartbeat?
Trapped by his own low self-esteem brought even lower by her,
Where is the elixir? Where is the cure?
I just cant figure it out; the Maths is mind boggling?
What do I miss? Is it her? Or is it her fondling?
What is really the cause of my unhappiness?
Yes, what did I miss? What is preventing me from attaining my bliss?
What do I yearn for? What do I cleave?
Real joys that come from doing what is right and never leave!
My heat bleeds, my innermost self screams, my mind exploding with fears,
My work is slow, my drudgery lags, I have nothing of concern, no cares!
My friends who read my poems probably think I am mad,
Definitely not glad but really beyond doubt, overly sad!
I just wish I could be invisible instead of miserable,
Smart and wise instead of gullible!
I wish I was accepted and not rejected!
I wish I could be genuinely happy instead of feeling dejected!
Where are you now, Oh killer of my dreams?
Where are hiding? So you are deaf to my screams!
Is that wall sound proof? Is your heart made of stone?
You hurt me so bad, deep down to the bone! And yet free you roam!
I never thought you could be so wicked, that picture my mind did not see,
I thought you meant your promises; yes the ones you repeated to me!
I thought you were genuine, for real and so true,
Only if I knew!...I would never have loved you!...Only if I knew!
