| Dead Woman Walking By Laurie Lane Selfish of me I suppose but sometimes I wish you were dead then my grieving could begin and come to an end For I would have no other recourse but to get over you But knowing you are out there, somewhere, in the arms of another is more than I care to bear It rips me apart drains life from my heart and my grief is never ending I am merely a dead woman walking For my soul has died Only my lifeless shell remains... You started this You initiated the whole thing Entrapping my heart with your false promises doing, giving and saying all that I needed Completely and lovingly over filling me with you The contents of my heart and soul had never felt anything remotely similar to the gush of emotions that you poured in me Now I'm supposed to stand back and be grateful for these feelings I must disagree with the saying It's better to have loved and lost than to never love at all for after loving, without that love, you simple die inside You can't seem to find happiness no matter how hard you try Though years have passed, it seems I'm unable to recapture just a twinge of that heart felt emotion from any one else I have come not to bother recognizing it is hopeless for the dead don't feel Return to Submitted Poetry |