VP (3 january 1988 / India)

Abc's Of My Misery

Abandoned, Agonized, Apathetic and Apart
Black becoming the color in my heart

Betrayed, Bleeding, Bitter and Broken
Violent cries being the only thing spoken

Calamity, Crushed, Confused and Cold
This pain inside, I can no longer withhold

Discouraged, Disheartened, Destroyed and Distressed
Suffering with the ache of true loves test

Exhausted, Emotionless, Embittered and Encased
Will the memories ever fade? Will they ever erase?

Frightened, Frantic, Falling and Forsaken
Body so weak, heart splintered and breaking

Grieving, Gloomy, Grumpy and Grim
No longer alive, no longer with him

Hopeless, Humiliated, Heartbroken and Hurting
Each breath I take my heart starts burning

Injured, Inconsolable, Isolate and Impatient
Please stop this pain, I no longer can take it

Jammed, Joyless, Jinxed and Jittery
His kiss and his touch will forever haunt me

Kaput, Klutzy, Kicked and Killed
Without his love, I have no will

Lonely, Lethargic, Lamenting and Low
The punch to my heart; an excruciating blow

Mourning, Mortified, Miserable and Mutilated
No longer feeling the happiness only he created

Nauseated, Nostalgic, Needful and Naive
My life has lead me down on my knees

Oppressed, Overwhelmed, Obsessed and Offended
Why can't my heart understand it has ended?

Punctured, Petrified, Paralyzed and Pained
So much left unsaid, so much left unexplained

Quiet, Qualm, Queasy and Quavering
This pain cannot hide, my tears no longer waiting

Restless, Ruined, Ripped and Resent
He stole my soul without my consent

Saddened, Suffering, Shocked and Still
Dreams and hopes never to be fulfilled

Troubled, Tormented, Torn and Throbbing
Begging to stop this uncontrollable sobbing

Unhappy, Uncomfortable, Upset and Uneasy
Heart feeling empty, stomach so queasy

Violated, Vegetating, Vindictive and Vex
The only man I'll ever love, has become my ex

Worried, Withdrawn, Wounded and Weak
Not able to be nourished, not able to speak

X friend, X lover, X hopes, X dreams
To get him back, I'd go through extremes

Yearning, Yelping, Yammer and Yelling
Will I make it through this day? There's no telling

Zip, Zilch, Zapped and a Zero
I'm nothing to him, yet he's still my hero....

by volence patel

Comments (3)

I can relate to ur misery but please don't give up. God loves u Adversity is like a strong wind. It tears away from us all but the things that cannot be torn, so that we see ourselves as we really are. ~We acquire the strength we have overcome.~ Verry good written
amazing poetry... it hurt me as i read though..: (..sorry.
Interesting read, just what I am feeling right now.