My Enigma

by David Marshall   Mar 15, 2006


You put me through pain,
You made my heart sick.
You never cared for me,
always so egocentric.

I wanted to love you,
but sorrows my fate.
You pushed me away,
my heart you decimate.

You convoluted my soul,
my heart you mar.
This pain of mine,
has gone too far.

So as i prepare and convene my death,
The end of my life I embark.
No reason to hide this scar.
No reason to hide this mark.

No longer a dilemma,
whether to live or die.
You didn't care anyway,
so you probably wont cry.

Your my Enigma,
but I had to try.
I'm so foolish,
Now I say goodbye.

© Copy-righted by David A Marshall

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  • 18 years ago

    by Wasted Fake Smiles

    Wow i must say that it has been an honor and a privlige gettin to look at ur poems. this was very amazin your vocabulary was spectacular.

  • 18 years ago

    by Italian Stallion

    Awesome, I loved it. The flow was great. The wording that you used was amazing. good job!

  • 18 years ago

    by Marjan

    Oops, did I get it right? You talk about death and the
    End of your life just because somebody has put you
    Through pain. if everyone thought like this then nobody
    Would be alive today. Even that person you wrote your
    Poem about. At these moments, you should just stay
    Strong, a thing that not many people can do. But then
    again, they’ll be some useless words if you want to
    act like others. So, as you see, it all depends on yourself.
    In the second stanza, you wrote “I wanted to love you”.
    Well, nothing & no one can stop you from loving someone.
    You’re on your own and your heart is yours not others.
    When you love someone, it doesn’t mean that that person
    Must love you back. If it was like this, then it’s no big deal.
    I mean, they love you and you love them. But when you
    Love someone who puts you through pain, who ignores
    You,…. I don’t mean just one person. In my opinion,
    We should love everyone, our friends, and more important
    Than that, our enemies.
    And Love doesn’t need anything back in return. Does it?
    Love is free.
    Lots of love,
    Marjan

  • 18 years ago

    by Alex Marlatt

    What's a 'prepare'? What's a 'gone'? What's a 'so'? :)
    Haha I'm jk, good shit man, yes indeed, good anus waste

  • Nice. your words make sense. you don't find tons of poets that make you stop and think. thanks for doing that for me.