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Dec 2012
These words etched into my mind
Beating sense of meaning
Pulsing into a rhythm of bliss
Bleeding out when they're broken
They're veins in my body
Living with me
Derived from my feelings toward her
I can't help but lose control
They own me
Now more than ever
I tried not talking
Not eating
Not sleeping
It made things worse
Those words just beat stronger than before
Like a fire that refuses to die out
I throw stones at them
Only to get boulders thrown back
Its a one way street
A one sided victory
These words rule me now
I'm sick of them
Yet I still think them
These three words
Control my everything
Those three words
Are my everything
Mitchell S Bartlett
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Mitchell S Bartlett  Camden, Maine
(Camden, Maine)   
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   Suzanne Penn
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