She held the blade steadilyLooking at it
Feeling numb
Feeling numb
She checked that the edge was sharp
Ready to use
It was time to release
The pain inside
To have a reason
For hurting so much
Slowly but deeply
She slid it through her flesh
Blood began to seep
Through the the tiny cuts
The blood
Dark and red
Began to pool
On the floor
At last,
The hurt inside her
For hurting so much
Slowly but deeply
She slid it through her flesh
Blood began to seep
Through the the tiny cuts
The blood
Dark and red
Began to pool
On the floor
At last,
The hurt inside her
Began to find away out
She finally found
A reason for hurting the way she did.
She finally found
A reason for hurting the way she did.
5 comments:
wow
what a powerful piece
it both explains and explores
thank you
Welcome Floots,
Hope you had a good break
xx
Amazingly vivid, and powerful
alok
Wow! Very well written.
GBU
Arti
Sorry, I had opened two comment windows in different tabs so got confused. This particular comment was meant to be for "The Hookers Prayer" as far as this poem is concerned ... it is very painful, reminds me of a poem I had written "A Girl At The Balcony."
[I do not like the way pop up comment window opens these days, I cannot even resize it in my firefox :( hence I had opened in new tab and got confused ...
Sorry once again
GBU
Arti
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