~ Resentment ~

So I've cause to have resentment filled
My heart-like void won't end its tyrant sup
Course taste is any delight
So enterprise of delight rips me up, still
The fallen words never heard call out
I know the truth about this night
Calm and subdued madman playing the roll of a saint
Still horrid to sight
So forget the love and see it is done
That a feeling of feeling ate up has begun
And torn to bits, the hits of sun
Light bares me to nothingness I shun
It is ferociously furious and strained
A bit of a hit of sun and with it is pain
Shunned its gross gaze that looks on in shame
It's sorted as the phases of fabulous fame
And I've resentment filled
My void entreats me to passion again
It's like the one that stayed was good enough
But it is no friend
And is whom who has no end

Interesting... a deeper sort of understanding, goes with this poem.
Thanks for sharing.

Nice write ronin....kinda feels like me at the moment or maybe I'm just being harsh on myself....lol.

nice write