Poem (Atty Awards)

Pain

Look in my eyes,

See my pleas,

See my cries,

My love is an anteed.

Thy face is of a devil,

But all I see is of an angel.

If hell hath no fury like a woman scorned,

How come thee is intact?

And I am constantly attacked?

Is it the attraction to thee?

Are you the one that haunts my nightmare?

Or the illusive hero of my dream?

Alas, I am confused.

And after all I see, deluded.

You still see my pain.