I used to have all these feelings
Love
Hope
And a reason to live.
Now I sit here on my bed
A crimson knife sitting on my table
Thinking maybe it's all there
What would it take to get them back
I used to have them stored in my heart.
Slowly giving some away
Piece by Piece
And over time my heart deteriorated.
So now I look for this love
This hope
and this reason to live.
But still I can't fight it.
Where has it gone
The Purity of love,
The light of Hope
The feeling of being alive.
Because I feel nothing now.
A crimson knife in my heart
All I feel is death.
Author notes
This isn't really a reflection on how i feel, more just wrote it for the contest. It's kind of showing a feeling of being lost and not loved. And after time just losing hope and wondering what there is to live for. I am not suicidal but i do feel a bit like this, a bit lost... wondering where it has gone.
A contest entry
- Where is...... by Lil-Bit Crazy.
900 points, ended September 8, 2008, 8 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Excellent
dude, this reminds me so much of my type of poems. (the blood and the knife) good work man
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Because I feel nothing now.
A crimson knife in my heart
All I feel is death.
well thats how i feel...... hugs... thanks for entering in contest and best of luck to you.......!!!!
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