The door flies open
We all jump to our feet
We look at our intruders
And find evil shadows looking back
Their bloody intent obvious to me
For I can see it in their eyes
They make their move
I jump in the way
If they want to hurt those I love
They will have to go through me
I attack with reckless abandon
Never considering my own safety
I never even saw it coming
The metal moved too fast
One moment I am standing
The next I'm on my knees
I look at my chest
The knife's metal glimmers with blood
The shadows walk past me
To finish their evil deed
I fall to the floor
But still hear the chase
My life is slipping away
But my tears still flow
For I failed everyone
And I deserve this fate
The cries of my loved ones
Torments my last living moments
I have failed to protect
And my life slips away
Author notes
This isn't really a scar but it is a fear that has scarred my mind. It is what I fear most in this world and it torments me. I don't have many scars on my heart or my body. I have had painful experiences but nothing has been truly painful for me. This is the best I can offer to this contest. My last remark on this poem is I hate it more than I thought it possible to hate words. I have tried burning the paper version but I can't bring myself to.
A contest entry
- Scars by Diminished Capacity.
1900 points, ended November 25, 48 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Just tell me what you think of it.
Comments
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You did a wonderful job with this piece, and something like this would definitely fear me too. Thank you so much for such an intense write.
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To be honest I was going to burn the original version of this tonight. My father stopped me though. He said that while he really didn't like it, it told a story and held some of my emotions so I shouldn't get rid of it. It's the only reason I am keeping it.
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