Hanging by a Thread

Hateful hand grabs heart with crushing force, twisting, tearing all the love and care from me.
Joy only being the lure to hateful souls that feed on the happiness of all it can see.
Waking in the morning to a curse that can not be broke, not be changed, not be freed from.
The curse of life fed only by the insanity of caring for others, making sure no harm comes.
Living in fear of opening door and traveling into false light of day, the one true deceit.
Only mankind lies beyond the safety of my loving shelter, the beast that is my defeat.
Belief in God and love of child being all that keeps gun from head or knife from heart.
Loving when the darkness sets in keeping the demons of the day from tearing me apart.
What was a gift that was given, granted, bestowed, seems only to be the cruelest joke.
Torcherous day is full of so much pain for what was lost, destroyed, turned into toxic smoke.




Poetry by David W. Glavin
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Written on 2016-09-02 at 02:21

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Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
Each line has its own powerful statement. So much anguish, heartache, and despair... The title is perfect and the composition form creates flow-like threads across the page.
2016-09-09