silent rage
my sickening gaze
do you not sense
my inner dismay?
am i just
the epitome
of insane?
cause all i've gained
from this fiery flame
is this utter shame
but am i to blame?
cause since you've came
into my scavenging mind
no escape i can-
seem to find
so for now until
then i'm-
crushed to glossy pieces
sharped edges, bits, and remains
i'm still
and gee, i will always be
stuck
imprisoned
your slave
in these chains
my very own chains
YOU ARE READING
Ouch: i'm still not over you
Poetrypoetry about heartbreak, betrayal, and disappointment.