I hold my arms out to you,
and wanting to accept death.
For once in my life,
I feel ready to bleed.
My heart is broken,
and my will seams to be fading.
I see the blood among the path,
and wanting it to be my own.
I have finally felt hatred,
I have finally felt real heart ache.
My own father,
struck me down.
Looking up into your eyes,
I have never seen such a cold expression.
A demon has struck me down,
not my father.
I am ready to accept anything,
beatings of harsh words aimed at my heart.
My blood on the floor,
I have only three words I wish to say.
"Come to me..."
Author notes
Option 8
04/09/07 12:37 am
A contest entry
- Picture contest lots of options by Mingan Tzar Avarus.
425 points, ended April 17, 2007, 23 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Ahh the feel of a broken heart, that I can relate too. And right now I have an amazing girl, who has mended that heart, and I hope won't break once more. ~Corey~
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i think you did a strong job relating this to your personal life as a from of expression, keep it flowing and good luck in the contest
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Thank you for your entry and good luck in my contest.
~Corey~
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