Poetic Disappointment

(original upload found here: http://truml.com/profile/poetry-detail/102897 )

Oh how I love that feeling, deep inside; 
Where all I want to do, is go and hide: 
Cause disappointment, scolds my soul within; 
I learnt to pretend, I don't have a heart; 
An act to cease, it being torn apart; 
As the emptiness, continues to form; 

silver drops fall from my eyes, you don't care; 
not from your perch, all of the way up there; 
Hunched over my vulnerability; 
A scarlet drop, lands on bleached white; 
Hey there, Mr. Grim, it has been a while; 
I didn't see you, shrouded in the mist; 

As I hold my last breath, I see my life; 
Soar past my vision, sharper than the knife; 
Familiar feelings, of pain and pleasure; 
This limerick is not suicidal; 
But poetic art of my survival; 
The everlasting struggle, this is LIFE;

Author's Note

not recently written was written at about the 16/02/2012