Fatal Wound,
You struck so deep,
You have made,
my blood seep
through the dark,
binding band
used to cover,
the injury.
Don't brand me,
You are wrong,
I'm nothing that,
you think of me,
I will always be,
true to myself.
The injury is deep,
Deeper it still grows,
when will I be free of you?
Your sharp sword,
painful word,
You cut me deep.
I want to be free,
Just so that I can see,
what it means to be the me,
that was always meant to be.
Author notes
Ermm... this one is really personal, and is another you'll find on my DA. Like I said before, the poems I really want comments on are being moved over here... No editing whatsoever this time... Let me know what you think... I really want to know what you get out of this poem as well... I think the flow is a little off, personally....
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this was deep and powerful!
when reading it i took a hint it had to do with cutting[?] i dont know if that is true or not but that what i got out of it, and the way you say that even though the things you do, its you but at the same time it is not truely you! i dont know but it was an amazing poem, i hope all is ok and i send lots of love to you sweetie,
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Thanks so very much. I'm glad you liked it... I suppose it does give the feel of cutting... It could be... but that part wouldn't be personal... although my heart sure has been torn to ribbons enough... Thank you once more. ^^
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