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Trials of Tribulation
December 27, 2010
I rest here in the vast loneliness weeping and the only thing that hears my sobs are the walls that echo them to my ears. I just don’t understand why I must endure such pain and I feel as if I made everything happen that has ever come to me. So now that I sit here listing to my own tears hit the floor I think to myself, I have caused this. From all the judgment to all the hateful things I have acted upon, but then I think it over and realize that I am one step into recovering my broken soul. Recovery from my own guilty conscious misleading me into believing that all who love me actually hate me; when most that love me I feel a little hate for anyway. Lost between the hate and guilt I feel as if I’ll never make it back from this eternal anguish. I am sinking to the depths of it with no oxygen to inhale and the only thing that there is to ingest is the guilt. This guilt that swarms through me and out until I feel I am being eaten alive by this heartless emotion. It feels for no one and haves no regrets on who it may dismantle from the inside out. The hate settles into my once beautiful heart that used to thrive of love and honesty and now only allows in the hurt and guilt from the thoughts and acts that have been carved into it; and with this it lashes back with hard animosity to those who have not truly scared it. It feels as if it will never again inhale the greater things in life. The joy and happiness it has to offer ascends around but nevermore penetrates it; because you see it is slowly being devoured by this despair that is caused from all the horrors it has ever endured and from theses horrors it may by no means surface again to make its self vulnerable to life. And with this it may never face the enriched, captivating, luminous thing we call bliss.
Cecilia Gomez
Unpublished work © 2010 Cecilia Gomez
Would you consider this a poem?
Does this title fit?
Anything I can improve on?
Let me know anything else please ^-^
Trials of Tribulation
December 27, 2010
I rest here in the vast loneliness weeping and the only thing that hears my sobs are the walls that echo them to my ears. I just don’t understand why I must endure such pain and I feel as if I made everything happen that has ever come to me. So now that I sit here listing to my own tears hit the floor I think to myself, I have caused this. From all the judgment to all the hateful things I have acted upon, but then I think it over and realize that I am one step into recovering my broken soul. Recovery from my own guilty conscious misleading me into believing that all who love me actually hate me; when most that love me I feel a little hate for anyway. Lost between the hate and guilt I feel as if I’ll never make it back from this eternal anguish. I am sinking to the depths of it with no oxygen to inhale and the only thing that there is to ingest is the guilt. This guilt that swarms through me and out until I feel I am being eaten alive by this heartless emotion. It feels for no one and haves no regrets on who it may dismantle from the inside out. The hate settles into my once beautiful heart that used to thrive of love and honesty and now only allows in the hurt and guilt from the thoughts and acts that have been carved into it; and with this it lashes back with hard animosity to those who have not truly scared it. It feels as if it will never again inhale the greater things in life. The joy and happiness it has to offer ascends around but nevermore penetrates it; because you see it is slowly being devoured by this despair that is caused from all the horrors it has ever endured and from theses horrors it may by no means surface again to make its self vulnerable to life. And with this it may never face the enriched, captivating, luminous thing we call bliss.
Cecilia Gomez
Unpublished work © 2010 Cecilia Gomez