What Love? | Teen Ink

What Love?

February 5, 2013
By Anonymous

I don't renown
As his fists rain down
How can I fight
For a future, a light
In this nothing of me
What could I see?

Surely it's palsy
When he sits and he calls me
I swear I had died
Oh woe, If I could hide
But his song just comes too soon
Im drowning in his gloom

My body, such his
His hand and all it touches
And that gun in his hand
Oh who could stand
I was just a simple pebble lost in the sand

But what of his lover?
Save me, oh mother
Something was not conceded
I begged and I pleaded
But what would come of you
Would you please come through?

But all sure, she chooses
Just onyx black bruises
Under my white Sunday dress
What she would not address
I was not strong to confess

There's no sure tomorrow
My chamber of sorrow
A small, ghastly room
The walls all cried malice
Why could I not be sweet Alice?
I was but a lost soul in this tomb

The dark and it's filters
The silver white winters
Cold as can be
Sitting in it's splinter
That aggress, white winter
Freezing the heart in me

What could love do?
How could I love you?
In this heart-broken game
With no one who loved me
To kiss me and hug me
It's all in the same
Chaos no one could tame


With no hands you can hold
No warmth with which you behold
A lone casket will stand
For a heart, left out in the cold


The author's comments:
Sometimes I'm afraid that because I never felt or saw what love was for so many years that I'll always be numb and that there's no hope for me. Even though those times are now over, that fear is always nawing at the back of my mind. I just wrote this without thinking, but I thought maybe someone can understand where I 'm coming from.

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