What the hell is wrong with me?

When we met I remember thinking no one has ever been so kind to me before

I remember wishing I was with you every single waking moment

Was it greed for more that made me turn to others

Did a lifetime of pain and damage set me so far behind

That once someone showed me true love

I craved more and more like a morphine addict

What the hell is wrong with me?

I remember being too busy searching for more

More love and affection from other people

People who meant nothing

People who never truly cared

That I tossed your feelings aside

Like a man who drops his canteen of water in the desert

While he runs towards a mirage of paradise

What the hell is wrong with me?

Now true loneliness has opened my mind to true realization

Like a man truly hearing music after losing his eyes

But now I sit blind in the darkness

Straining to hear with my enlightened ears

Yet there is no beautiful music anymore

Only a memory that makes me crave more

What the hell is wrong with me?

Reviews

[Stan Lee]

The metaphors in this poem are truly amazing. I love every part of this poem. The rhythmic flow, the repetition, the length, the clear story line - all fantastic.
My favorite part was:
"Like a man who drops his canteen of water in the desert
While he runs towards a mirage of paradise"
Stay inspired Greg! :)