This isnt't a poem...I don't intend to rhymme.
Two of a poems most common characteristics is to flow and reflect ones feeling.
But how can thoughts so horrible flow from the mind to a cold black and white keyboard...
This may reflect feelings but they're now cracked and broken
So what I throw on to the page are the jagged pieces of what is circling my head.


I'm mixed up and confused.
Hurt badly.
Disappointed, disgusted.
But more than anything else,
in shock.
Disbelief,
It's the person I least expected it from.
I tremble as I type this,
Do I hate you or what you have done?
I don't know,
I'm fucked up.
And it won't get easier from what I'm told.
Not for a long time.


This comes across as a pathetic whine and rant...
But it's all I can do right now.
I have to put the brave face on,
Support those around me.
But I need some kind of outlet.
This is killing me.

I wonder...

Speechless at the thought,
Nauseous with worry.
Things that have crossed my mind,
Months and years ago.
But always pushed out.


No,
They couldn't?
They wouldn't?


Evidence slowly revealed.
The cogs begin to turn,
and my stomach suddenly drops.


That awful feeling of a huge weight being dropped on your shoulders.
Please let this be alright.