Love
I’m emotionally tied to this whip in my life,
wrapped around my heart, waiting for my demise.
As the shackles get tighter, I start to lose my breath.
I used to be a brave soldier, but I’m a scorned woman close to her death.
My heart used to be full of love, happiness and life,
but now there’s a dark empty cave where my heart used to reside.
This parasite, this insect that draws life out of me,
at one point in my life I loved him inequivocally.
HE is the barbed wire that draws blood. HE is the lion that cuts me up.
When all of this started, I refused to be a victim, but each time he did it, I thought whats the point in living.
I have no soul, no life left in me. I would cry but I’ve no tears to set free.
He stripped me of all that made me who I am.
I’ve got nothing left to lose now, I couldn’t give a damn.
His voice is in my head, even when he is not there.
Whenever he talks, my head splits and tears and is thrown on top of the heap that used to be my heart.
Whenever I look at it I just fall apart.
How can I look at the reflection of the woman looking back at me?
How can I face the little girl that I used to be? Whose dream that I stole, whose life that I crushed.
No point in living now, cos my life hasn’t amounted to much.
2 Comments
- kama replied:
Great work! Really sad poem though.
April 21st, 2008 at 2:30 PM. Permalink.
- Faduma Yusuf replied:
thank you, my forte is depressing poems lol
April 21st, 2008 at 7:29 PM. Permalink.
