I rest the cool blade
upon my parched
and flaming cheek
a sliver of steel tears
to soothe my aching loss
The gleam of the blade
shines with hope, a torch
to light the darkened
shores of my pain
and send my mind upon a ride
carried upon the sharp song of release
I’ll see the freedom of my soul
born in the red tears that drip
from my arm, washing
my pain away in the sharp
exhilaration of the blade,
its smile a gash upon my bleached
skin sketched in crimson
life ebbs away
A contest entry
- Dark Or Depressing Take 2 -No prewrites this time- by Poet-of-the-shadows.
700 points, ended February 7, 2007, 16 entries
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Comments
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perfect for the contest
Your poem is very effectively depressing. I think you've done a wonderful job of describing depression. It's the life of many people. You hit the nail on the head!! I'm sure you'll touch a lot of folks! Warm Regards..vivela
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