My Prison
Caught in this space in my chest,
Pain resides here,
It will not go away,
Even if I try my best,
The alcohol flows thru my veins,
Trying to resist this burning sensation,
I trusted you with my soul,
Spat it out is what you did,
I loved you,
Hell I love you still,
Your killin’ me,
My mind listens to my chest,
Curled into a corner crying,
Hair and blood in my hands,
Tears p*oling on the floor beneath my face,
Madness settles into me,
Making itself comfortable,
My primal screams ring out,
I want to hate you,
I cannot,
You have imprisoned my heart, mind, and soul!
Written by Chris E. Morganroth IV
Submitted by Chris E. Morganroth IV
Comments (6)
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I really liked your poem I thought it was really deep and heart felt and I felt all the pain when I read your poem like I was the one that wrote it instead that person must of really been your world hit me back and let me know ok chris ttyl robert -
I really liked your poem I thought it was really deep and heart felt and I felt all the pain when I read your poem like I was the one that wrote it instead that person must of really been your world hit me back and let me know ok chris ttyl robert
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it was a great expession of grief over the lost of an emotion as strong as love. it's ashame to have to say that many of us have been on that very path ourselves. but there's brighter days ahead. and life WILL one day be sweet again!!!
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what an amazing piece of art.
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this is absoulutely amazing work