A heart In chains
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Oh baby you said you would never hurt me
Yet all what I see is the scars reflected on my soul
And when you walk away I feel the weight of guilt
On top of my chest
Yet when you are back it is like a dark chest
Opened, only to find misery and pain
So if I scream to break free
If I say I don’t need you will you let me be?
But when you are gone, I am unwhole
And when your skin is over mine, the hate builds, from within
So tell me, how come you throw me into puddles of emotion
It is like a never ending series of mutilation and rejuvenation
You walk away at night only to bring me to my knees
Yet when you speak the pain is unable to seize
For in the middle of the dark nights I wonder
Do I fight to break free, or do I surrender
But my brain screams, enough with the misery
But my heart yanks the chain towards the pain willingly
Nay! Only pain results from such
Yet indeed I felt stuff that meant so much
But you made the night darker than black
Yet my scars outweigh the emotion, looking back
Baby, if you can’t love me without hurting me
Then I swear by God and the pearly gates I will break free
And if you think the past will shackle me then you are wrong
For I was born to pave my own path, to breathe strong
So if your touch can’t do anything but burn
I am ready to walk away, for it is my turn
No remorse
No redemption
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amazing words Uriel!
Great Poetry, Well written.
you have done it again.... i hope you will publish all your poems into a book one day, you show such great depth for someone so young, take care, your friend, meow48
Yes, break free, sweety! Like butterfly going out of her cocoon and face the world with pride! Hehehe...
Needless to say. You know I always admiring your work. Big hug!
Love you.
Freya
Nellieanna Level 8 Commenter 3 months ago
Makes sense. Why choose to hurt? One's chains are one's own personal choice. There's no way to make another suit oneself. It's up to oneself to see how it IS and choose one's own fitting responses.
There are pangs of anguish involved in releasing those hurtful experiences, of course, but there can be no realistic 'loss' where there is/was no real mutual relationship. The sooner it's identified as non-existent, the sooner one can get on with that which does exist and is available.
Of course, your poem may be expressing other times and experiences of your own, and even may be your observations of others' experiences, each of which has merit.
I simply wish you a bright, fully alive, fulfilling and participatory life in each and all of your NOWs.
:-)