Loneliness and bitterness <br />fill her empty shell <br /> <br />Her lying words of love <br />slowly craft her hell <br /> <br />Trapped within the cell <br />of dark and twisted brain <br /> <br />All that she can ever give <br />is cold uncaring pain <br /> <br />Not a tendril of tender emotion <br />can reach into that soul <br /> <br />Except her own self pity <br />Poured endlessly down that hole<br /><br />James Jarrett<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/chez-2/
