Waiting Is coming To An End: An Original Non-lyrical Poem.

Waiting Is coming To An End: An Original Non-lyrical Poem.
By: Zach Brehany

I have waited
In agony,
torture
Pain. Played
Her game.

It was suppose to pass
Everything alright.
It has not
It has not

I put myself threw Hell
Killed part of myself
Killed my love
For her.

I remain in sollitude.
Alone.
Isolated from the one I love.
For her.

I feel she is trying to end it.
Trying to torture me.
It has worked.

He is an influence.
I know he is.
She lied to me.
That hurts.

What have I done wrong?
I never hurt her.
I never tortured her.
I never betrayed her.
And this is the thanks I get in return?

My love grows thin.
Something I prayed that would never
that would never happen.
It is still strong.
I still have hope.

I have helped her.
Comforted her.
I never been treated like this.
Never been treated as cruel.
It destroys me.
And she does not give a damn.
She never has.