Draining the pain
through cuts so deep with grief
scars mar the flesh's surface
never again shall it be the same
After the first incision
penetrated its desired target
there was no turning back
there was no reset button
You can choose your fate
you could allow the pain
to kill you from the inside
or you could try to release it
The power of misery
creeps up to the blind
those who have lost their identity
while trying to deny pain
It is a futile struggle
of a soul allowed
to continue its struggle
for reaching a false hope
Author notes
umm...the last two stanzas are kinda confusing. any suggestions? i mean, yeah. i need more comments on whether my writing is any good. 'cause to me its not improving [but thats ok...im still trying].
this poem came about on yet another bad day in my life. i have so many i choose to forget what has wronged me time and time again. its my attempt to make the dissapointments fade from my vision, but somehow it still makes me feel empty.
Written April 18th, 2004
A contest entry
- Dark, Angst, AND HUMOR! by Lacer.
300 points, ended September 26, 2004, 39 entries
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why release the pain? it makes wonderful motivation. don't fear it, use it.
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I think it's great, I love how the last line ties it all together.
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