The light we once had has
now turned into the darkest
shade of gray - has painted
a picture that would envy
Dorian Gray...
I no longer know whether
i'm coming or going, God
please help me - this is
scaring the hell outta me,
i feel like I'm drowning...
Our love has now taken
sanctuary in the shadow
of pagan church - stays
there even on the darkest
of days...
Your supposed caring for
me now taunts me like a
Banshee - it wails not to
warn of the suffering that
now faces me...
The hurt is so deep that
it now appears under my
skin - you masterminded
this whole bloody thing oh
so well...
I must now undertake the
daunting task of plastering
a warning to all would be
lovers: 'Love and Hate Are
Shadows of One Another.'
'2008'
Robert Sheridan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/shadow-57/
