Because of Your Scorn

The infliction was just too powerful.

Didn't think it would end like that

You hurting me so bad

Never thought you could be that low

To throw such a blow

Oh how could I've known

I would be so torn

Because of your scorn

My blood slowly running dry

No longer able to even try

Cause all I can do is cry

Oh how could I've known

That you would let me be torn

BY YOUR SCORN

 

Didn't know you could be so possessed

Making me feel so damn depressed

Never would've guessed I bould bleed this deep

That you had my heart's strings in your keep

How could I've known

I would be so torn

Because of your scorn

 

With my breath becoming low

And my heart beating slow

I'm dying inside

With a coldness upon my soul

How bad can this go?

THIS SICKNESS, IS LIKE A THORN

RIPPING ME APART

Hear how I mourn.

 

My blood has run dry

I just couldn't try

Lost in a never-ending cry

I was so torn

All...all because of your scorn.

 

Author's Note

Originally Written on 10/21/2007
REVISED 12/31/2011
EDITED & POSTED 1/01/2012

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

The poem is powerful and tell a real story. When the heart is broken. Hard to feel pain. Just a wall of fear is create. Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote