A Poem of Pain

Dark Room

I sit alone in a place I hate
I think of things we create
I wonder in this life of mine
Wondering if everything will be fine
I hate the sadness and sorrow
But I cant live my life this hollow
When I think of what you’ve done
I think back to how things were fun
We use to laugh and make jokes
That was before I got deadly pokes
I know how things are for you
But sometimes the love is few
You can say for us to wait
But the reality is the bait
I know this now I cannot follow
I know that we live in sorrow
I sit alone in a dark room
I just want to beat you with a broom
The love I have is always there
I just hope you can be fair
I want you to know I will always care
I just hope you can take my dare
Will you want me in the end?
Will I be able to send
The love you want in me
For us to once again be
I sit alone in a place I hate
I think of the things we create.

I've had a lot happen in the last few days and this seemed to sum it up.