Poems of an Angry Soul

agony

sometimes

I wonder

what wonders

my life could hold

if the pain

took over my soul

if I could break

the flow of hard tried happiness

and be in control

of the one thing

that could never be controlled

my mind would be

dark as hell

even though the light

never let me see

and in the dark i am at peace

the struggle of emotion

would dissapate into chaos

and pain would

turn to bliss

if all bliss is pain

and all pain is bliss

i could hate

whom I never truly loved

without guilt of regretting

the pain i shall inflict

the pain that I could drive

into their hearts

withe enough force to kill

every happy piece

of unrealistic utopia

that crossed

their pathetic minds

hurt

pathetic hurt

is insignificant and weak

agony is real

real enogh

to twist the ways

of an optimist

to turn a lover

into a prison mate

to give a dreamer

the nightmare

that ends his days

agony is the wish

I would wish upon myself

for no optimist is worth living

and for unfortunate reasons

I am still an optimist.