Awaiting Execution Poem by Benjamin Feliciano

Scorned. That ought to be my name.
Constantly and consistently confused,
By the fact that she reels and rejects,
All within the same day.
My eyes burn like the first time I died,
And my hands shake like the second.
I've resisted as long my heart will allow,
But the days of that are fading fast.
The light in your eyes grows dim.
I feel harvested, you took a sickle to my soul,
Then left me bound alone in the empty plains of remorse.
Its like autumn in this love,
And we're losing color and falling.
Divided like a fraction,
Most days we don't even talk.
I haven't felt you close in weeks,
Even though I've kissed your lips.
I only see my love for you,
You're seeing other guys.
There is no time to dance even though the band is playing.
I'm barred by the screams of a past not forgotten,
And the dour days ahead only complicate
The way I feel in the here and now.
I know what I wanted and what I want,
But you're losing sight of what I hoped was important.
So I'm losing sight of you.