confusion
without restitution
using
abusing that same spot
that will eventually end up bruising
and I will still bleed
through it all
when i make up my mind
in the end
I will still...
bleed
I have no
conscience
I just wanna be dark
want to
feel the night that's fighting for air
in my mind
want to
let it out
with you
and I will still bleed
through it all
when I make up my mind
in the end
I will still...
bleed
Things take forever
to really say
and I want to get it out
still torn
right in two
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Powerful and deep metaphors and images written into this poem, Chauna...and it actually took me aback even to the first stanza, how very often I have even let those same scarred spots of me bleed again and again...
Exquisite writing to every detail, even the lay-out and image you have posted to the page.
Jo
P.S.: Also to wish you and yours a wonderful Thanksgiving holiday!
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Wow such a deep and dark and sad poem, Wow is all I can say. Keep up the wonderful writing, I look forward to reading more
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