Haunted

Its a poem

Surrounded by the darkness I've tried so hard to escape
Haunted by the nothingness of the thing we call life.
I have nothing no child no wife.
Possessed by the emptiness of my inner self.

Wanting to love wanting to hate.
But now I feel nothing I fear it's too late.
Now I'm stuck in the darkness on my own.
Forced to think that hell is a place called home

Needing to leave before I'm undone
Somebody broke me the damage is done
Haunting the people that I used to call family
Calling their name wanting to kill or at least to maim

Now the deed is done
My hatred has come
Taking the lives in the hell that was home

I was haunted.

Reviews

[Ruth]

Goodness!
Almost like a revenge quality to this hon!
Awesome writing, powerfully disturbing and yet a sadness to it
Excellent
xx