Three Poems of a Perhaps Less Than Savory Nature

[ShadowDucky]

Ahh, cleaning out folder archives and discovering old poetry . . . will the wonders never cease . . . I am satisfied with these three, particularly, Let Go, though they are more angst filled that the others I've put up. And by more I mean they're fairly dripping with it. Feel absolutely free and bound to rip these apart, there's always room for improvement.

Poem the First; or, A Questionable Conundrum of Fearing Connection With Others . . .

Pain of Hurt

The pain of hurt combined with self-inflicted betrayal
Only adds to confusion of the mind
Bound by fear of pain
Of the loss of hidden emotion
Opening old wounds, a can of worms kept secret for far too long
The pain is fresh, and it hurts
The quivering, mind-numbing panic refuses
To allow true thought a voice
Hidden behind masks of happiness; I am weak
It is easier to say nothing than to voice hope
The fragile imagined connection I long to make
It doesn’t exist, world comes crashing down
But I’ll hide it in a smile that doesn’t touch my eyes
You won’t know
You can’t know
I’m killing myself inside

Poem the Second; or, A Non-Basic Depiction of a Distinct Lack of Companionship

Acid Loneliness

The edges of a soul are eaten by acid loneliness
Burning away all semblance of good
It is the predecessor to despair
The opening act in a play that takes far too many innocents
It cannot be fought or vanquished
It breeds off happy minds, gaining slight holds in
Fleeting doubts of ones surrounded by emotion
And of those who are alone
Who have none to confide their dreams
They are consumed by it, transformed into
Black holes of grief quietly mourning what once could have been
And still this acid loneliness etches itself
Into the mind, whispering heartless self-composed speeches
You are alone
You are unloved
You are a waste of a soul
A self-pitying worthless excuse to exist
The mind cries back to the intruder
Alone
Unloved
Why live?
There is nothing to deny its claims
There never was
One by one lives dissolve
Eaten away by this acid loneliness

Poem the Third; or, A Brief Look at Those Who Raise Us from Our Low Points

Let Go

Let go
For the love of God, please let go
You've held me up for so long
But I'm slipping away
Falling into nothing
Your face is blurred
I can't remember happiness
Please, let me go

Let go
For the love of God, please let go
I'm only hurting you
You don't deserve this pain
Just let me die, let me leave
The future holds only misery
I've never brought you happiness
Please, let me go

Let go
For the love of God, please let go
You bandaged my cuts
You've helped me through pain
I've done nothing for you
I don't need to live
You deserve happiness
Please, let me go

Let go
For the love of God, please let go
Why can't I fall?
You tell me you care
You lift me from despair
You are the world to me
I promise you happiness
Thank you for not letting go

Ahhh, angst. Thankfully, this is the worst I'll ever get in such things . . . once again, rip apart to your collective heart's content, it's the only way I'll ever get any better.