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Deeper than Flesh
People will most often see,
if they choose to look at me...
A walking catastrophe,
or an obscure anomaly.
They cannot understand,
what it is I withstand...
the heart I hold in hand,
Is collapsing like sand,
Through my fingers, slipping,
while pain continues chipping...
eagerly it is ripping,
as my flesh begins its dripping.
These emotional Lashes,
deep...wounding gashes...
seep upon the ashes,
that preceded the slashes.
The mangled, torn wrist,
that the blade gently kissed...
is merely just a gist,
of the struggles that persist.
The wounds will not close,
and blood steadily flows.
Solitude I chose...
and so no one even knows...
if they choose to look at me...
A walking catastrophe,
or an obscure anomaly.
They cannot understand,
what it is I withstand...
the heart I hold in hand,
Is collapsing like sand,
Through my fingers, slipping,
while pain continues chipping...
eagerly it is ripping,
as my flesh begins its dripping.
These emotional Lashes,
deep...wounding gashes...
seep upon the ashes,
that preceded the slashes.
The mangled, torn wrist,
that the blade gently kissed...
is merely just a gist,
of the struggles that persist.
The wounds will not close,
and blood steadily flows.
Solitude I chose...
and so no one even knows...
Published 12th Aug 2015
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- Edited 12th Aug 2015 3:05am
12th Aug 2015 3:03am
This one's a winner Benadictus. It kept my interest all the way through. I like the the way you stubbornly refuse to stray from the rhyming sequence. It's cleaver, punchy & has impact, A sad poem about someone who is crying out for help.
16th Aug 2015 7:48pm
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