The blade

1 Comments

Tags:
  • Dark Poetry

    The blade

     I feel the coolness as i touch my skin to the blade,
    It goes in easily as my thoughts slowly fade.
    I can feel the stinging pain getting stronger,
    I hold in all my tears until i cant take it any longer.
    Soon drips of my salty tears are filling my eyes,
    Now i cant help but to cry away my pride.
    I start to slowly pull it out,
    It hurts so much i want to shout.
    I look at the bloody one,
    Oh no what have i done?

    Poem Comments

    (1)

    Please login or register

    You must be logged in or register a new account in order to
    leave comments/feedback and rate this poem.

    Login or Register

    redbloodink commented on The blade

    11-28-2009

    a lot of strong feelings in this work.... I hope you work out the pain because you have a lot too gain in life... With your talent that I see in just this one I have read..... I think that you captured they way many feel and have felt in and about life... Great job .......
    Reply to Comment

    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

    MrsSue’s Poems (13)

    Title Comments Submitted
    Title Comments Submitted
    Back to how it used to be 0 04/01/2011
    One word, many meanings 3 12/30/2010
    Life as we see it 1 12/11/2010
    Together We Can 1 11/03/2010
    Sister, I love you (: 1 01/11/2010
    So much for a happy ending 0 01/11/2010
    The Best Friend 0 01/11/2010
    The blade 1 11/27/2009
    Hello friend 0 11/27/2009
    Letting you go 0 11/27/2009
    Have you ever? 1 11/27/2009
    The truth 2 05/26/2009
    I miss you 2 05/26/2009
    Top of Page