Tormented

My mind is like a jig saw puzzle discombobulated and incoherent      
filled with terror and despair, thoughts exploding like Dante's Peak      
I hear cries of terror, screams of hurt and pain      
it seems that this life is not for the sound mind but for the creative insane      
the throbbing, pounding, pulsating expanse of my temple      
beating like a native war drum      
my fist clenched, my teeth grinding, realizing this is true grit      
life is harsh and people can be  ostentatiously vile
reminding me forevermore of my failures but never my triumphs      
my glorious triumphant voice is drowned out in silence by my tormentors    
heartless and cruel, they offer no ovation or accolades      
leaving me to soak in my sorrow, to soil my cheeks in utter misery    
battered and bruised absorbing the lumps, I am in despair      
not a kind shoulder to lean on or soft spoken words to soothe my aching anatomy   
the loving hearts of mankind it seems is gone      
many cry out for mercy from their God but even he does not respond      
mankind has learnt from him to be unkind, unforgiving    
unrelenting in inflicting havoc on the weak and those in despair      
The unanswered call, the neglect of a lover gone is torment to the lover who wishes to stay      
the weeping sorrowful, weary eyes of a mother and father      
who has lost a child knowing the child had an opportunity to be saved, rescued      
the wailing sounds of a child who has lost a parent and never said I love you      
the words become meaningless to the empty ear that is not here to receive it      
I sit up at night wondering, pondering of the things I've been through      
to myself I ask "how did I make it to see the next day"      
my torment has forever been tormented, leaving me fragmented, alone to pick up the pieces      
slowly I put the shattered pieces of me together again, glue, tape, bandages, barely holding on      
In my protective bubble I reside until my torment subsides.