Agony~ by Jenni De La Torre

Agony~ by Jenni De La Torre

Sometimes I scream
hysterically
in a heated moment.
My ghastly shrieks
cannot be contained.
I have no power over them.
It’s a paroxysm.
I am unable to overcome.
I linger
heartbroken
secure
within my putrid mind.
I crave the eternal devastation
that the object
of my unrequited desire
has bequeathed.
The amorous movement
of our parallel bodies
the vibrations
the sensations
were not real.
Merely imaginary occurrences
buried within a dark existence.
Was I ever alive?
There was no feeling.
No love.
Only my venomous reality
which deserted me.
Leaving me torn
fascinated
disillusioned
decomposed
in a tomb marked
Agony.

©Jenni De La Torre 2012

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