His fingers clench my neck
And I cry out in pain
The agony so intense
The tears fall down like rain
What started as a game
Now ended in rage
The anger burning inside
As I write words on this page
My hands begin to shake
I can no longer see straight
My mind filled with hatred
That only blood will satiate
Taking another's life
Is beyond my power or will
As much as I want his death
I cannot bring myself to kill
So to my skin I bring the knife
It's cold blade draws blood
I cannot hold it back
My tears begin to flood
The angry words have passed
The yelling has faded away
I'm left with a stained paper
As memory of this day
He won't know of my torture
Or the pain he caused me
The marks we made today
Will one day set me free
i have to agree i realy liek this poem. this is powerfully written piece thanks for sharing.
Now I think I know what this one is about, but you say don't take it literally. I think it's when you and stever were playing and he became a dick and grabbed you by the neck as he often did to hurt you. And the figurative part was the knife drawing blood. I hope...
'holds her' I am sorry that this would of happened to you. the world would of been a lesser place without you here. Much of the world is cruel and uncarring. But it only makes us cling to the caring part of it so muhc more. pain can be channeled into poetry and thus trasnformed into a work of art as thee have done
darr
i really liked that
and i can honestly say i have felt ya before
wonderful poem
ASH
Much Love
Ashley
I'm going to say first of all that this is pretty damn good, almost amazing to me right now(it's been awhile since i've read any great work)
The end was personally the best part for me but I like the whole thing.
Great job
nikki
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