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Blood, Tears and Fear

A night of tears
make me acknowledge my worst fears.
for I feel so alone without him
but am I more alone with him?

The red tears stream down my pale face,
screaming his name
blood caressing my form
Fear taking over my body,
still screaming his name
All I want is to be held
And maybe a kind word...

Is that so bad?
Is that too much to ask?
A simple "I love you" would suffice.
Tears caress my cheeks
bruised and bloody wrists hurt so good
but fears devour my soul...


But for now it's just the tears and blood,
for my soul is already gone...

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  • missgreenkristine
    September 26

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    This poem seems a little cliche and over the top depressed. Could you possibly describe your pain without talking about blood and slipping souls? I think this poem could be much more powerful if you put some more originality into it.