My Conflicting Soul (Poem)

My Conflicting Soul

Without you

I seem living though

But in fact

Life is not correct

A war is started

Heart Abort to beat

After a cheat

Lamented dawn

Burning nights on

My soul and heart

Too far and apart

Apart to each other

A conflict smother

Making my soul

Very much foul

Your love’s standard

Ah! It was a blunder

I trusted you dear

With a pleasure

And you smear

Me like a murky

You Scorn me, scold me

Rundown me, rolled me

Rolled me under the feet

It was your treat

You cheat me wonderfully

And beat me solely

In search of you dear

I this world, wet with tear

Wandering in dark like an owl

My conflicting soul