WHAT REMAINS OF A MAN

As the whispers of the winds blows through the night air gently caressing my spiritual soul, letting the hurt and pain release itself from the depth of my heart, as the weight of the world has suddenly become more and more to bare with each stroke of time. For even though I am only a man who has experience, the feelings of love disloyalty and betrayal and distrust and dishonesty. I still can't escape from the madness and insanity of the hurt along with the process of the pain, that screams within the deepness of my mind swirling around in the abyss of the darkness that creeps through the dead of night. For did I deserve to be treated like some kind of mad rabie infected dog, that you give a bone to pick up whenever you want to feed me with your non existent of your love. For did I deserve to be afflicted with the deep suffering, at the hands of your silent treatment of abuse and silent stares as I try to hide the scars along with my tears. As you acted like I don't even exist as your man, yet you holler at me and degrade me as you talk down to me as though, I don't have any feelings and emotions of my own in the very core of my being human. For I have gone so deep as to even changing who and what I am as a man, just for you as I experience even more deeper  feelings of not being able to see that which is in front of my own eyes. Yet when I look at the man in the mirror I don't even see the man, I use to be before you came into my life and world for all I see. Is what is left behind of the man that once had a heart and soul and a deep subconscious mind, yet silently in the deepness there are fragments of tormenting broken pieces of glass, shattered bits of paper line with broken memories of promises that you were never truly were gonna keep to me.