A poem, for "Her."

This piece was written in 2003. After months of suppressing it, I let my anger wash over me. This is the result. It’s not pretty, or particularly well written, but it is raw and very much stream-of-consciousness.

Symbolic Poem.

Poem.

The world’s corruption overcome by passion.

A woman sent out in exile dies from the starvation of love.

Have you ever felt rejected? Have you ever had the feeling you couldn’t escape your circumstances, because someone left you high and dry? Have you ever struggled through a such a wasteland of exile that you were prohibited from making friends? I’ve been there. This is a poem I wrote back in High School.

In exile from the human race.

The coldness/emptiness of inner city life as experienced by faceless, nameless masses, one by one, all together yet all apart. A silent plea for the warmth of others, of care and love.

Letters from a lonesome heart.

Letters from a lonesome heart.