“This Pain” by Rebecca House

I’m dying inside.

I can no longer hide

The monster, that I’ve strung,

Though this pain has only begun.

 

No one’s to blame,

For the tears that came,

But the people whom I love,

And let them shove,

This poor broken heart,

Which they’ve torn apart.

And so my dear,

It’s the start of a new year,

Which I thought would be good

Like everyone dreams it should,

With love and grace

In a magical place.

 

But it’s not

It’s dripping slimy snot.

A yucky mess

And no one can guess

How I feel

Oh if only this wasn’t real!

Posted on June 9, 2015, in Poetry Spring 2015 and tagged . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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