Torn

     First off, I found this on my iPod yesterday in my notes. Apparently I wrote it on August 2nd 2013. I'm not sure what I was doing that day, or what I was feeling, but hey, it's a poem right? And this is my blog of my poems so here ya go:

Torn

 

The pain of mortality is sinking in

A sting as though a burning blade

To watch you destroy yourself from within

and to stand idle with nothing I can do

 

Ripped apart and left behind

my life fails to realign

I'm falling out of space and time

nothing now to hold me tight

 

When friendship seems to all but fade

lost within this darkening shade

Alone and lost within myself

fear and worry seem to win themselves

 

I need to just hold you close

to feel your love to feel your trust

I can't continue as a prisoner locked inside eternal hate

I need to be set free from this all

 

To feel loved and important to you

I'm tired and worn

I can't lift my head

I'm falling from this broken and torn

 

I wait for you

to feel your touch

yet no feeling comes

I am torn

 

-Mitchell Linford Clark