Corruption, devastation of the mind,
physical yet more mental pain then anything,
love yet not enough,
sorrow unforgettably spoken of,
life and death.
The torment brought unto man under the impression of happiness,
the agony of regret for having to endure this kind of
pain without remorse or any know-how of stopping it.
Who is this person I say I love?
Can I love this person who seems to hate so
undoubtedly...
til death do us part.
Copyright ©2009 Michael Edward Coogan