My Endless Well

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My Endless Well

Ugliness
    a.k.a.                    
My Endless Well
    By: Eduardo Acevedo Jr.

My ugliness extends towards the brim of my soul
I look like a beast when I stare at my reflection
Should I have been an insect on it’s belly having to crawl
Or do I deserve to be this being
One tortured by it’s feelings of depression

I have tried to love myself
Pointed out things I have to offer
But it seems to me that it’s just a sham
And I should call death to my door
As such I might be freed of pain so deep
Yet my religion tells me this is wrong
So I just stay awake till dawn and cry myself to sleep

I can say I held no beauty and that I feel to know it’s touch
Thinking back I’ve had no beauty of my own given for me to keep
Sadly left in depression wishing for a taste of love
These problems, these afflictions, these feelings, and these thoughts
They are here to keep me distant from a life to call my own
I lay upon my dwellings and figure so with every thought
Inside I’m being tortured while the façade of happiness is shown
Tears that make me tired to cry are the companions on my lonely nights
And on my days they hold the key to my heart so I know they’ll always pass by
I don’t fill rivers as I used to, now I have formed my seven seas
In a world of sadness where love is the day we never see
Eclipses are my routine in the world that I know well
Watering all forms of life with the tears from my endless well

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sincere commented on My Endless Well

09-08-2009

Awww! This one makes me want to give u a big bear hug. God knows I've needed 1 or 2 a time or another in my life. I think we are insync. I have felt these same feelings and spoke these same words in my heart. You are a very talented writer and I think u should keep on doing what ya doing!

SpiritSong commented on My Endless Well

07-11-2009

You are very gifted cheohs...a beautiful expression of raw honest emotion..thank you for sharing the depths of your feeling with us all..Have a beautiful day...Tina

Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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