deepundergroundpoetry.com
My What Once Was
A vibrant red aginst my skin,
I no longer can control.
The blood it comes from everywhere;
My wrists, my nose, my mouth and eyes.
I'm ill now, or have I always been?
To think I ignored it this long.
The coward girl, the one who runs, from her own damn flesh and blood.
The thought of it, it scares me still, to know I can not hide.
The blood will come and find me here and ruin my what once was.
I no longer can control.
The blood it comes from everywhere;
My wrists, my nose, my mouth and eyes.
I'm ill now, or have I always been?
To think I ignored it this long.
The coward girl, the one who runs, from her own damn flesh and blood.
The thought of it, it scares me still, to know I can not hide.
The blood will come and find me here and ruin my what once was.
Published 27th Apr 2011
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 0
reading list entries 0
comments 2
reads 750
Commenting Preference:
The author encourages honest critique.
1st Feb 2012 2:49am
i understood the theme. but this was hard to follow. if you break some of the longer phrases down. I believe; it will allow the emotion to grow also it will allow you more control over the read
4th Feb 2012 3:20pm
Thank you for your time to read my poem, but I slightly disagree, this is written and put up here exactlyas it should be. I'm sorry you find it hard to follow, but maybe you should reread it? I'm content with the way it is and I more than likely wonb't make any changes to the format. Thank you for your opinion though. :)
