Tickling my cheek across the path it had traveled
The wetness of the rain matted my hair across the floor
And I shuddered in the February wind
Pressed hard against cold marble some more
Wanted to scream something out, but the words escaped me
An echo of a name hammered against the wall of my mind
Yet I couldn’t grasp it
Wanted to tell someone something
Anyone, anything, maybe a story…
But the words wouldn’t take form
A box clamped so deep so tight inside
every peek … broke a part of me every time
the only reality was what flipped through my fingers
its edge my surety, the sharpness its proof
a blue vein snaked through my hand
ready to be let loose, and bask in its freedom
the first pinch across the wrist, something within loosened a bit
just a bit…
a breadth of peace passed through me…
drop by drop my blood flew out
my vision began to blur,
the name in the echoes began to clear
and my heart beat thumped loud in my ear
a story began to form its lines
as everything began to fade away
the box finally snapped open
revealing its secrets
restoring a part of me
**comment well...da poem needs it
6 comments:
I don't normally like commenting on the theme of poem, but god isn't this extremely emo
slash wrist, clench fist..but very good flow maintained through the entire length of the poem. The lines almost roll into each other, which makes for an impressive read...But i still can't get over the blood curling theme :)
the emo quotient is my year is rising .. sure makes things interesting
inarguably one of the best verses I've read of late.,
okay, can't help doing this a second time,
the theme was pulled off more than just brilliantly and I admire the cleverness with which you saved it from being another cliched senti poem, the kinds women generally do,
kudos,
okay, time for another read :)
did you write it when you were feeling all this pain..sure feels that way when one reads it.. quite fabulously done ji..kudos
Well i was in my Object Oriented Programming class...so yah u can say dat i was in pain
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