Hurt

this poem was made with words that are in close relations to the word hurt

Here we go again

Trapped in this agonizing life

All I feel is the aching of the world going by

My head all torn up inside

Bleeding bruised and battered

I have little clue how my burning heart keeps beating

Busted up by heart ache, and a baseball bat

I can’t get back the time I’ve lacked

So I’ll go through life

Crushed, cut and damaged

Just wishing for the pain of youth

I am far from distressed, with the life I live and have left

I think I’m more disturbed by the world I live in somehow

Here I go grazed, hit, and harmed, but yet that don’t care

For I have no scar to prove the injustice I have took

Still I am in pain, mauled by the everyday life

I can’t be offended no more by simple things

Everything in put away, lost, to my memory

Maybe I am resentful, scared and sad

I can’t stop the shook or the shots that have been left

Why am I so sore, from my heavy head, to my burning toes

I am stricken with guilt of my throbbing head and bleeding knees

I have suffering, but yet so tender

I was tortured, yet I’m privileged

I suppose our views are different

But they turn out still the same

I live in unhappiness

Black and blue and in discomfort

Life around is a disaster and I am the only one who knows it

Should I be outraged, should I feel ruined

I would want to live, in a place where no ones saddened

Give me one good reason, why they all hurt me so

I guess I’ll never know

Am I truly hurt, or is it all a show

Reviews

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

We can seemingly become immune to pain after experiencing to much of it... a very cut throat piece of writing that certainly hits the reader hard with emotion.

[Wolfwind Words]

You have captured the concept of "Hurt" very clearly in your ink. I believe that one might need a bucket below the canvas so to catch the heavy emotions that drip from the words, down the endless page and into our minds.

Well done!
Wolfie

[Zachary_James]

Great job

[Bubo]

Busted up by heart ach, and a baseball bat

I can’t get back the time I’ve lacked

So I’ll go through life

Crushed, cut and damaged

Just wishing for the pain of youth..............

Ache?

Such a sad, emotional piece, of life as a hurt child leading to adult hood, a victim, who seems trapped by violence.
The flow was very good, and I felt alot of hidden meanings behind the words of a woman use to abuse. It left me feeling sadness.