Title: Trampling Torture

Written by: Phillip McMillan

Behind the poem: Wrote this poem on August 21^st 2002. I needed to vent due to hurt expressed in this poem so I wrote what I felt as I do for all my poems.

Feeling like there is no right

A feeling like I'm always to fight

Pain always to explode within sight

Nothing seems to ever go right

I want so much for something that's good

A turn in life that somehow ends as it should

But I always get the wrong end of the stick

It's always my life that sinks like a brick

Trampled is a word that I hold so close

For it is something that happens to me most

They come, they go, all having a similarity to show

Making tracks upon my heart like animals in the snow

I question my feelings, I question myself

What should I do, put the good on the shelf?

I am filled with a state of altered inquisition

I hate always ending up in this fucking position

Trying to go on, dealing with my problems, it's hard

As if I was continually cutting myself with a shard

How can I trust my future when it comes to love

Pain is a feeling that fits me like a winter glove

I want for there to be something that works for me

Though maybe I shouldn't hope for things that crush so easily

Am I destined to always be hurt in this life of a game?

Seems that way for it always ends the same

One day I shall be amazingly happy with one

Though I will be fretting that inevitable outcome

I feel cursed and nothing makes sense anymore

Just makes everything hurt, pain right in my core

Wondering what is next in this display we call life

A weaker man may at this point reach for a knife

I may not be weak but I do feel the pain

A pain that likes to attack in swarms upon my brain

Sometimes on the verge of a single tear

Always to wonder, always to fear

Will there not be a happy ending for my story?

Any time when there is a never ending glory?

I honestly see none of this in my future

Only a constant of hurt and indescribable torture.