Tormenting

After failed loves and countless tears, Through months, no—years—of heartache’s spears, I found the right woman, a light so rare, Yet old wounds linger, laid painfully bare.

Time and again, I stumbled, unhealed, From a love that cheated, left trust repealed. A married man stole what was never whole, Leaving cracks in my heart, distrust in my soul.

Self-hatred took root, a disconnection deep, Grief for my brother, eternal sleep. He left this world; I coped all wrong, Sabotaged the good, where I should’ve been strong.

I regret each turn, each choice misplaced, Dreaming of moments, of her warm embrace. But morning comes, harsh truth remains— What was is gone; only memories sustain.

And now I wonder, as I break and bend, Who can I turn to, if not myself, my friend? When trust is shattered, and I’m left alone, Who will guide me, when I’ve lost my own?