Romantic Torment

In The End, Nothing Really Matters
Author: G.C.M. (aka Romantic Torment)
Written: 8-16-09
Revised: 8-25-09

In the end it doesn’t really matter;
everything done is undone.
So what’s it really matter in the end?

I’ve tried so hard,
but the effort goes on wasted.
The memories remain,
haunting me endlessly upon sleepless nights.

What am I left to hope for,
when everything has been raped from me?
Why bother to struggle,
when everything I touch crumbles apart in my hands?

In the end it doesn’t really matter;
everything done is undone.
And nothing really matters in the end.

© 2009 by G.C.M. (aka Romantic Torment)

It wasn’t always within my rights…

At times I am outside myself, looking in, reflecting on the choices I have made. Specifically those that brought me to the point of where I am now. All this time wasted, discarded, or used abusively. Leaving me parched. Thirsty for more, and yet somehow I feel like I’m sufficating to death. A soul’s oppression, turned riot, by the immoral choices I’ve made perhaps?

Are we all similar in a world half gone mad? How many of us are utilizing our time here on this planet wisely?

I descend into a cynical frame of mind…..

Beauty of the diversity in souls. Beauty in all its endless wonders to be found in this world and universe. These remain the foundations of my serenity and sanity. As for the rest? Heh….

Where do I go from here? I’m in Love with you, and I don’t even know who you are yet! Matters of the heart plague me unrelenting, and lately I’ve been altogether tired of it. Loathing around in some cesspool of sorrow and disappointment, over not having this or that, was my old way of co-existing and dealing with it. Now, I’ve a numb indiscreet neutrality perspective to it all. “It is what it is,” and, “what will be will be,” attitude about some of the things I cannot seem to directly influence or change, no matter how hard I’ve attempted or tried.

It seems counter-productive to waste my energy on matters outside my immediate control. So, for now, I continue to bide my time and focus on myself. Just …know I’m out here…waiting for you. With so much love to give. Till then…. *closes eyes and listens to Mortal Love (music band)*

Eternally,
Romantic Torment
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