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Warm and salty blood runs sticky down my lips, my face, my throat…
You stalk me bold; through vicious slits of eyes; spewing venom as you boast and gloat
I am hemorrhaging inside; from swallowing countles jagged shards;
shattered remnants of the two of us; our tenuous fallen house of cards
Ill remains of what once was thought to be… an unbreakable work of artistic tempered glass;
then stained with seamless beauty; now a shattered cold morass
I walk this fatal fire on rusted razor wire… so the pain will help me overcome
this dread feeling of being nothing but a fading echo; hollow, bland and numb…
at least it helps me know that I’m alive; though… barely sane;
even if in the most primordial sense; as I succumb
to a loss of balance that now far outweighs… the gain…
and I no longer thrive… I just exist… in pure pretense
My eyes now drained and ashen, burnt to deepest charcoal black;
Not from gazing forth into the rising sun
But from staring down these unforgiving flames of Hell
From which no colors ever shall come back…
My shoulders ache from strain of this tremendous load,
and I desire to rest just now… to sleep and dream away the hurt
yet peace and solace simply will not come; not on this dusty treacherous road
Instead I blindly forge ahead, as these lungs inhale the rising stifling dirt.
Your taste is bitter ire to me; I spit you out; again… and again!
Yet every scar you’ve left … continues to live far
beneath the surface… of my skin; and still I wonder -- when…
the so-called healing… finally will begin?
I can’t inhale this scorching air for very long and still survive!
Yet here I stand alone… listless and abandoned; no will within to strive;
for you are right beside me;
cast in unrelenting rigid stone.
So I am lost… adrift, unnoticed amid your wake again;
the air around us now so much more than simply thin…
No breeze to breathe; no blood to flow
and life itself now pale; bereft;
with simply nowhere left… to go;
as hope itself now fails to be;
and only unity… becomes the sin.
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|Reviewed by Poetess of The Soul Sheila G
|OMG, so dark and sad Jeff!
But your images I could see!
I've been here and still miss a great friend, I see daily at work (another Sch. Bus driver) but I wish her the best as I wave! and my heart stays kind!
The way you expressed your emotions is mind boggling in the heart, any way it's looked at.
We must go on - Forward!
Warmest Blessings and Inner Peace, Warrior Purple Soulful SHEExooo
|Reviewed by Lois Christensen
|Sad, but I have recently been rejected by a friend. I guess I was just too fast paced for that person. Anyway life will go on and I will keep busy and live my life without that friend.|
|Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan
|dark but well expressed emotions-|
|Reviewed by Gerard Gauthier
|Excellent pen...sadly I can relate to your words...|
|Reviewed by Sandie May Angel-Joyce
This is a sad and dark poem, but is well expressed!!!
Sandie May :o)