Poetry

Out here in the cold,out here in the cold,I come to feel numb,I come to feel numb,I come to feel nothing at all,I come to feel nothing at all for I have been hurt by someone,and all I want is for blankness of thought and that is all,yes, out here in the cold,the numbness of feeling makes me happy and I,I am happy that there is no pain at all,no, there is no pain at all,no pain whatsoever and oh, oh how beautiful,how beautiful it is,and how wonderful it is to feel nothing at all,and oh, how wonderful it is to feel nothing at all,no, nothing after such heartbreaks,nothing whatsoever,for the coldness of the weather it takes my concentration away,and I do not begrudge the weather at all,and the pain of heartbreak how great a relief it is to me,how great a relief it is to numb the feelings of ...

On that fateful day,I awaited you,I contemplated you,I needed you,I loved you,I had such feelings for you,I ached for youI waited patiently for you,I,I did not know where you were,and I waited but you never arrived,and unfortunately you were lost forever,you were lost forever,yes it is terrible,but it is sad but true,sad but true,and unfortunately you committed suicide by drowning yourself in a sea so blue,a sea so blue,a sea so blue,but why,why oh why,how I wish I knew,how I wish I knewoh god,oh god,how I cried,how I cried,how I cried over you,how I cried over you when you took your own life,by drowning yourself in the sea so blue,the sea so blue.

Here I stand,here I stand,looking to the sky,to see what of Gods plans,yes, here I stand,awaiting instructions in the sunsets evening rays,and as the rays of light fall upon me,how beautifully they illuminate me,and how they make me understand,how they make me understand how great life is,and how beautiful life is,and how grand,how grand,but God,where are you,where are you,yes, I try to understand,yes, I try to understand,but I want a little guidance but you never appear personally to me,and I,I wish you were here to help,but you are obviously a very busy man,a very busy man.

You infuriate me,I infuriate you,yet, I try to hold my tongue,but what good does it do,for you cannot hold your tongue,and your words they pour forth from your mouth as uneloquently as a corpse that lays rotting in the burning sun,yes, you infuriate me,and I infuriate you,and though I have few words to say,you pick on every one,and you trigger off an explosion of such a size that to me it alway seems like a nuclear bomb,oh, are we always to be sat in the fallout from your verbal bombacity,oh,I do not know,but how I wish that you would see,how I wish that you would see that eviscerating me,eviscerating me is a relationship of invisibility,and If you continue with your verbal barbarity I will soon be gone,I will soon be permanently gone.

Here I am,with all the time in the world,with no worries or cares,and only relaxation on the mind,and tranquility it is true,here I am,caught up in the quiet contemplation of you,caught up in the feelings that you bring me,from your heart so true,caught up in a mood,sat in the garden,catching up on my thoughts of my love for you,in the garden,in the solitude amongst the flowers,under grey skies,and alone for hours,contemplating and ruminating,oh, how my heart it rises and how it lifts and how wonderfully I am enlightened with the beauty of you,the beauty of you in my thoughts,as my heart skips a beat and but does barely pause,and the flowers and their scents how they remind me of you,for you are as fresh as the summers day,and as fresh as the flowers in the garden where I lay,and how beau...