Queen of Spades
Apr 20, 20201 min
Good day everyone. Queen of Spades here. We're approaching Day 20 of National Poetry Month. Today's poem is of a reflective nature, entitled "Inner Torment", from Private Pain: Amidst These Ashes.
How many chances can a person give
Before deciding that he’ll never change?
How many sad scenarios must occur
Before concluding things will remain the same?
Is it better to long for something bad
Than to long for nothing and be okay?
Is it stupid of me to just remember the good times
Before the terrible memories washed them all away?
How can sexual Heaven and Hell
Reside in the same man?
How can one man unleash my sinful side
While making my other attributes cringe and hide?
Do I go on trying to lick my wounds
Or move on with another man
As a way to forget?
All these decisions, mixed with inhibitions.
Yes, I admit:
I don’t know myself.