The Wandering

Alone in this life,
a fate so cruel
An existence so meaningless.

With no love,
and only one passion
how can truly exist?

without someone to love,
to trust how can
I be whole?

Fear has gripped me,
but not of rejection,
nor commitment
But what I have become.

Now this creature speaks,
through broken words
of deeds so foul,
actions so gruesome
no one should know me.

I should be locked away,
caged like the animal I am.
But I am not,
for a part of me still
has a heart

Remnants of days passed,
when I was happy,
and at peace.

But here in this darkness,
in this void my mind has become
there is no peace
no solace.
No end to the barren wasteland
that mind has become,
the reality I have created.

I walk this desolate path,
searching for the one
who can tame this beast
and quell the rage inside me

She is there,
and I can see her,
but I cannot speak
or touch her.

The beauty she holds
so delicate
so breathtaking
would be destroyed
by my disgusting
touch.
My filthy hands.

I am forced,
by what emotions still
dwell inside me to move on,
to forget her.

Yet she will always be in my mind,
my thoughts,
silently mocking me.

A torture more painful than death,
that burns more than the
flames of hell.

Goodbye to everything,
as I depart on my last journey
to infinity.

My love you shall never know me,
and I can only dream of what we
could have had.

But in truth,
us,
together
would have spelled your doom
and sent me spiraling back
into a world I worked
so hard to crawl out of.

Hello there

I can see you had a lot to say when you wrote this.
But, I personally thought that this should have ended here

Alone in this life,
a fate so cruel
An existence so meaningless.

With no love,
and only one passion
how can truly exist?

without someone to love,
to trust how can
I be whole?

Fear has gripped me,
but not of rejection,
nor commitment
But what I have become.

Now this creature speaks,
through broken words
of deeds so fowl,
actions so gruesome
no one should know me.

I should be locked away,
caged like the animal I am.
But I am not,
for a part of me still
has a heart

This was great but after this your poem started to get over dramatic and boring. I know how it feels to be in the zone and when you can't stop, you can't stop so I get it. I did like though your writing style, you are a good poet.

Keep writing

thanks. Poem is a bit over dramatic i see. i wrote it at 4 in the morning for a performance I had to do that day. It worked out, but I see what you mean. I made revisions to it. Thank you again for your comment.

I loved your poem. I liked your last stanza the most. How you were freeing yourself from your past that's haunting you. I like! There's nothing bad I can really say. If I could I would but there isn't anything.

Well, congratulations, love. You have successfully earned my admiration. I could feel the pain and despair in this poem. The format was very untraditional, but I think that helped rather than hurt. The wanderings of a disturbed mind...I like it. Rather Wuthering Heights-esque. A couple of nitpicks (since I would look incompetent if I didn't correct SOMETHING): I believe it's foul? Unless of course you did terrible things to birds. Haha. Also, this is just my opinion, but the word "disgusting" didn't seem to fit very well. It sort of disturbed the overall grace of the poem. I would change it to something like "unholy" or "impure." But this was truly wonderful. Tell that girl she needs to lose the holier-than-thou superiority complex and discover the beautiful, tortured soul you posess.

Thanks to all of you. Some weird stuff has happened to inspire this poem. But yes she does. Ah a tortured soul knows all. anyway thanks again for the comments. I appreciate them.