A Summer's Scar - by Erik Smith
note: this is the first poem I ever wrote.
So
much tossing and turning and sweating and crying
My whole soul within me is eroding and dying
Everything in my head keeps steadily flying
And nobody tells the truth yet keeps on lying
Death and pain constantly plague my thoughts
When pure love and pleasure is what I've lost
Who would have thought love would have such a cost
And what should I do when it's the truth I have caught
Deepening
caverns within mental being
Echoing the words of my love in sweet singing
Anger piercing my mind whenever I'm thinking
My feelings and hopes seem never-ending in sinking
Unnatural headaches and heartaches so strong
Making me wonder what more I've done wrong
I've never been in this much pain for so long
My mind and common sense shall soon be gone
Music
raining into my ever so frantic brain
Helps keep me from going completely insane
I might as well be beat to death with a cane
Since that would feel better than this unrelenting pain
Where were the answers to all of my questions
Pouring out of my mind from so many sections
Why can't I seem to make better selections
From these females here from so many nations
Pure
hate directed to all for whichever reasons
Dissecting my psyche during this painful season
Forgetful insanity facing my mind in treason
Shredding my mind for no apparent reason
