Short painful Poems: Desire, Torture, Damn it!, Edge, and Fool by Teresita Blanco

Short painful Poems: Desire, Torture, Damn it!, Edge, and Fool by Teresita Blanco

The next poems are like my fragments but with Titles. They are all pretty peachy. I would not kill you guys to read them from time to time. They do get better as time passes. Well, let me tell you a bit of my poems. Desire is about how you should not have any desires. Torture was a real torture to write. Damn It! was about my Muse. Edge is about predestination. The Fool poem is also about fools. 5 stars for me, yay!!

Desire
by Teresita Blanco

Happy is the man

Without desire,

Such foolish notions

Knows no fire.

Even in the end

His will still bends

Towards his desires.

Torture
by Teresita Blanco

To live, you must destroy your “self”.

Forget it, discard it.

It brings forth so much pain.

Societal expectation

Demands your veneration,

Of their chains.

You must refuse to submit,

To this blind torture.

Even now, it binds you,

Even now, it lies to you.

You must refuse your “self”.

To escape this deafening pain!

 

Damn it!
by Teresita Blanco

That struck a cord…

I do not know why

Seeing her like this

Awoke such pain

And sorrow…

My iron will lies broken.

I was such a painful blow.

Looking at her,

Just thinking of her,

It kills me, hurts me.

My happy Muse,

Disdained, Lost, Discarded.

Is this… Damn it!

Edge 
by Teresita Blanco

I have no true confidant;

Most often I must

Take the bitter pill

All by myself.

It kills me, downs me.

I dare not take another breath.

Why am I on this path?

My feet refuse to take another step…

Yes, they know what lies ahead. 

Fool 
by Teresita Blanco

When did life

Become a waking nightmare?

The same old phantoms

Keep singing my old requiem.

Another step and soon,

I will hear the bells

Tolling my doom.

I am tired of my life,

My all, my sins.

I cannot find solace

Even in my sleep.

Oh! What a fool I been!

Copyright Teresita Blanco