Cursed With Shame
Begging, crying, yelling
My mouth slips it's cords
My throat has the taste of blood
And my heart is sore
I know you're never coming back
But part of me still pleads
To one day have you come back
I would give it my soul's deed
Visions of the past haunt me
Sleep or sound won't do
I can swear I still hear you breathing
Yet I know I won't get that back too
The day and night switch
Yet my heart remains the same
Permanent damaged and scared for life
My heart cursed with shame
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