Question:
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Twisted is My Mind, My Soul and My Heart
My entire being lost in a trance of thought.
Trapped in a pitch black hole; enclosing day by
day. No serene place to escape to:no how to
way Emotions running wild, filling with ounces of
denial. Pain increasing in a heart barely that of
beating. The person you need to be there, does
not at all care. And those who do, can't help
what life has dealt. Dying inside, why won't you
help me thrive? You know what I need, yet you
give a dagger to me. It's as if im someone
different now in your wicked eyes, catching me
by a relentless wave of surprise. I was not the
one who you so wholly loved. For it I was, how
could you be crafting my demise? The cruel
words are like like a needle snaking through my
skin. I had your heart, out of my hands it slipped
as grain.
Forging ahead, but the pain entirely remains.
Best Answer - Chosen by Asker:
First write a farewell letter to whoever you describe as your tormentor.
The flow, grip, and homogenous expression are all OK for the poem otherwise.
Whatever happened to Odes, ballads and rhyme in poetry?