An Attempt at Catharsis
5/2/2007

When will all this cease?
These endless thoughts,
Full of taunts
And your dangerous angry whispers.

It was over long ago,
It died a silent death,
And during it's mourning
We parted.

If parting is such sweet sorrow
Why was ours neither sweet nor sorrowful?
Spiteful words –
(one-sided)
-and ill-meant exchanges.
False promises.

When will I wake from this nightmare?
When will I pass from your shadow?
When will I be forgiven for my heinous crimes
of loving you?

For loving is as loving was but that love is no more
A broken battered past is all that remains;
A cello-taped heart and bubble wrapped china doll all that is left.

If a God there was an exorcism I would beg,
For your prolonged presence is killing me with insanity –
(should have dones and would have dones;
Could have dones and what-if scenarios)
A stalker of my faults and thoughts
Leave me be I pray.

When will your ghost cease to haunt me?
Your endless (hateful) words (so spiteful)
And your (dangerous) angry whispers are killing me.