Success In Failure

All the pain from the strands of hair to the tips of my toes
Pools together in the center of my bleeding heart
My entire body aches as if drained of all muscle
With so much darkness theres nowhere for light to start

Crippled with fear and the tremors of constant anxiety
Wash back and forth like waves during a brutal storm
As moments of beauty captured burn to the ground
Charred beyond all recognition as if they were never born

A claustrophobic mind cluttered with hurled weapons that penetrated
Broke through a barrier of clouds when thrown from love's lips
Deadened libido as such thoughts twist the knots you tied
My nerve endings respond only the the touch from you like wine sips

Sunk so low I do not recognize the face in the mirror
A husk for false hope is all that remains built on gray dreams
Hollow eyes stare back with no attempt at niceties
All they see is failure without end, everything is as it seems

Reviews

[Karlene]

How depressed condition in which this poem was written, I can guess.