Getting Poetic 2

Like I mentioned in my second entry, there’s so much to write about love. This entry features the poem that I wrote when I was heartbroken. Oh yes, I’ve been through that many times. I guess, I was too unfortunate or I just never learned. I hope the latter is considerably right because if that’s the case, I still have the chance to grasp and imbibe the lessons that I should have learned through my experiences even before.

This poem depicts a forlorn heart that is so worn out, too tired to even see the brighter dimension of life. Sometimes, when you’re feeling so much pain in your heart, you find it difficult to rationalize because your emotional partiality has enveloped and taken control of your personal prerogative. In many instances, what you feel is even more influential than what you think especially at the height of your emotional tumult.

So, here you go.

Haywire

Believing a fantasy

Dreaming of a reality

Smiling amidst pain

Wishes starting to wane

Loving beyond limits

Hoping hope never quits

Hooked up with a binge

Enfeebled by a twinge

Enslaved by fate’s mockeries

Life’s ruled by insecurities

Shedding tears at night

Seeking reasons to fight

Devoured by hopelessness

Feeling so worthless

Wrists are cut, blood incessantly gushes

Eyes are closed, running out of breath

Mind halts to think, and so I welcome death.