You woke to another morning coverd in sweat,
thanking God another night is over...

Your eyes feel as though they were never closed,
but when your mind replays the dreams you know that is'nt true...

Each day becomes a game, you stay as busy as you
possibly can to keep the memories at bay...

It's a game you know you will lose,
But it is a game often played...

Each day you awake you know you have nothing anymore,
because all that matterd is gone...

The reality is you just exist, your body takes over when
your mind can not function any longer...

With each breath brick by brick you build your wall.
This time your wall is taller and stronger...

This time you realize the heart of the truth is you have
learned that you yourself can not be trusted...

To hell with love you say, it takes to much effort...
To hell with love it takes to much of you..
To hell with love it takes up to much time...

So the wall is built to keep you in and the feelings
of love out..

It's safer that way than no one gets hurt....

The tears are gone and yes the sheets are still cold,
but it is okay because you know you are in control...

Slowly you step forward and you stop
looking back...

It no longer matters that in a crowded room full of people
you still feel alone...

You closed the door on a chapter in your life,
it was not going the way you had invisioned it should go...

Walking, walking away because you could not stand
the preasure....

When it was good it was way good,but the miles apart made it bad.
So bad you could not close the distance with hope...

The doubts you had about yourself were more than you could take,
Because it started within and the seed of doubt was planted.

The seed sprung open and poisend your mind, your heart and
your soul...

To hell with love you say, it takes to much effort...
To hell with love it takes to much of you..
To hell with love it takes up to much time...

The music you started hearing was not the love ballads from the days
before,and dam that hurt...

The person you saw yourself becomming was not
the person you wanted to be...

Being shut out was not in the plan no matter the reason
behinde the excuses...

No matter how the foundation was built everything can be undone,
Yes it is as simple as that...

With a bruised ego and wounded pride you picked up what is left of
your heart,No matter the cost you hold on to it tighter...

You look at what you had and where you are going and no matter
what you dont allow yourself to stop....

In time you know those feelings you feel will fade,
Time does heal all wounds, and memories are just those...

To hell with love you say, it takes to much effort...
To hell with love it takes to much of you..
To hell with love it takes up to much time...

And it all ends the same, you lose.....




Sasha

A very beautiful wall, yet you still stand tall..
Now I ask myself, what happens when YOU just don't have the strength
to rebuild and lift that heart one-more-time......
To hell with love, I just try to rhyme........

I really liked this and we have all built
these same walls,,, Thanks for sharing, sash

Terry,
It always means so much when you give me compliments...Someday I will write as well as you do, Thank you ,thank you ,thank you!!!

There is so much talent here in mingles i enjoy reading your poem.