Damage Done

the damage is done over and over again

each week another dent, another ding

demolishing me little by little

i don't even recognize myself anymore.

 

i think there can be peace with time, more time

but days go by and into weeks, soon months

the pain still grows and grows

i'm left holding my chest, eyes closed tight.

 

i can't help but wonder where you are, how you are

not knowing is a sadness, a hurting of its own kind

a silent suffering that bites and bites

taking pieces of me with each swallow.

 

i tell myself i only want is best, what you need

for what you need is not me, cannot be me

you deserve more, so much more

despite it all, i've got to let you go now.

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Thanks for the help on this one!

Reviews

[Wórdsmíth]

So, in this deep poetry you`ve expressed how the love craves for hearts. In fine, the love`s always desperate to get emerged into its beats, no matter how "much" pain it delivers to souls. Nice flow of ink. I must read your more poems.

[Mr. Lopez]

I read this while sitting alone in a quite and dark room . Which allowed me to fully connect with your words and get the full affect. I believe that many people can relate to this write and will find a small bit of themselves amongst your words. This poem has almost the grey feeling of fog to it. Where we can't see the future for the fog today. I really liked this piece but more then that i liked seeing you mature as a writer. Wonderful.

Mr.Lopez

[Silent Kim aka mizmetap..]

How about swallow, you're taking about bits and bites. This is well done with the realizing you have to let it go. That's hard, when human nature wants us to hold on. This poem displays stregenth.

Good write.