Conflict Poem by Chris Tiganescu

So cold, enclosed in my own
lonesome shell, the thoughts
provoke my mind, the tears
massage my eyes, this blue
world of mine blackened, my hands
caress these sheet of mine,
where had my time gone,
where is the love that i so
desperately crave, your eyes
piercing my mind...

Like a knife settling its majestic
blade of blood taker, on my
skin, not a word of comfort, but
these horrid songs begging me
to do it, take a little blood, its
ok...

Yet a bombardment of a dear
friend pleading me not to, his
voice bouncing through my skull
begging me. no! don't do it!
such turmoil...

In such liquid conflict, i feel my
knees give away under the pressure
of this world resting on my
shoulders. i cant find the hint of
living, when all thats close, is
beginning to disperse, leaving
me to twist in the wind...

The presence of evil tongues surround
my thoughts...

No, fight with the lord of light and passion
his wisdom hand to guide you toward
his land of courage and tranquility...

But all the more... aching for the touch
of a dear woman...

I need you.