|
 Menu
|
|
|
|
|
Social
|
|
|
|
|
Cut
Contributed by
Deep_Within_My_Heart
on
Monday, 16th May 2005 @ 09:25:24 PM in AEST
Topic:
Grief
|
The blood beneath my scarred skin,
I know this is a sin.
Why does it yell so much?
For the special touch?
Only the objects bring!
Once it feels it my skin sings.
Slowly it glids making a small cut,
That in days will shut.
The blood seeps out in dots,
Grab the kleenex and make it have red spots.
I don't know why it makes it better,
Like an eraser to a letter.
This is wrong I do know,
But it helps me say NO!
To the pain inside my heart,
It gives me a new start.
Until it yells again,
Like a cycle with no end!
Copyright ©
Deep_Within_My_Heart
... [
2005-05-16 21:25:24]
(Date/Time posted on
site)
Advertisments:
|
|
|
|
|
|
Sorry, comments are no longer allowed for anonymous, please register for a free membership to access this feature and more
|
|
All comments are owned by the poster. Your Poetry
Dot Com is not responsible for the content of any
comment.
That said, if you find an offensive comment, please
contact via the FeedBack Form with details, including poem title
etc.
|
|
|
Re: Cut
(User Rating: 1 )
by Jimmato on
Monday, 16th May 2005 @ 09:38:25 PM AEST
(User
Info | Send
a Message)
|
| Love the personification "Why does it yell so much". Strong poem |
|
|
Re: Cut
(User Rating: 1 )
by Fears on
Thursday, 19th May 2005 @ 10:08:21 AM AEST
(User
Info | Send
a Message)
|
crazy...and emotionallly challenging...a verry good write in my ideas and I think that you should keep writing...I hope this cycle ends happily!
~Fears~~ |
|
|
|
· 
Poetry
Community
Members
Areas
Reference
Search
Top
Others
