Monday, May 20, 2013

Some Creative Poetry of My Own

Confusion Is In The Wind That Blows                               12/19/1996
by Amber McCallister

What am I feeling that makes me so distressed
I do not understand these emotions streaming through my blood
I see this face that is veiled, just beyond my grasp
Why is it that I fell for him, the answer is never there
I cry myself to sleep at night, wishing he was here
He teases me with words of love that shreds my heart with every syllable
His voice makes my heart race, that deep sound that brings pleasure to my life
He does not love me but loves to play with me, stringing me a long with every promise he offers
I cannot see beyond the lies nor choose to see the truth
I am content to live this lie, no matter what the cost
Why is it that I torture myself, does it make me feel love
That one emotion that I long to feel somehow hides from me
I wish I knew the reason why I will never experience this feeling
Was I bad in some way that I am tortured throughout my life
Never to touch the heart of another, to look inside his soul
I long to become one with another being like myself, I desire to feel the wind of intensity
No explanation I can offer will ever satisfy the hole in my soul, the emptiness in my heart
Will I ever be offered a true sacrifice of love, will I ever find the lover of my life
Will my prince charming ever sweep me off my feet, or is that fairy tale just a story to break the souls of innocent girls
Is the truth another fairy tale brought on by hopeless men who spend all their lives searching for a reason to go on
Or am I insane to believe that love is real and is true to those who believe in it
Am I just a silly girl in love with a fantasy or a person desperate enough to believe a lie told by old people and poets
I have no answers to the questions that lie in my head only hopes and dreams that all too soon fade away
I try to live my life with hopes and desires that tear my heart apart
I just can’t pull this off anymore, all the disappointment that I have experience has scarred my soul forever
I wish I could turn back the clock, but what good would that do
You can’t fight against what is meant to be, it is supposed to make us better people
But the outcome of those events leave a lot to be desired
I do not understand this life I am meant to live, do you know, can you help
Or are you as lost and confused as I am in this world of hate and jealousy

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