Bled Fourth Below

Let this poem's meaning be interpreted by the reader. Enjoy :)

The rich teal of my pen

Bleeds unto the page lying dormant four below.

Bloodied ink stalking line and curve,

Scarring blank faces with staining bullets,

Evermore tattooed

With the burden of my words.

And my pen weeps with murdering immortality

And my tears bleed with the ink that I cannot use.

Now I slip between each word

And dodge each mistake

And feel my way blindly

Through slaughtered legacies, cool ink blacking my fingertips

Until I reach the fourth below.

Faint mark of a letter here,

Transparent promise of a meaning there,

That is no longer a promise, but a cold truth

And no longer a cold truth, but a raped reality.

A forced meaning through tired hands

Unto white innocence.

Two more kills and three more pages

Until the fervent flame

Raging to be written

Is, too, murdered

By the truth she induced.

Reviews

[Rocans]

Good write. It's a bit strange that I'm reading this now since my last poem is the same topic. This poem was intricately worded, every line was carefully crafted. Well done, good write.

[Talia]

Thank you so much! I'll be sure to read your poem :)

[Rocans]

:) you're welcome

[Guilt]

A raped reality - incredible choice of words.

I like that this is your first post. Kind of like a foreword to you. There is an acidity to the kind of blood you bleed. In my mind I imagined teal rorschach images in constant change. Like the fictional comic book character, and like the psychological images too. Or as the kids say nowadays... me gusta.

- Guilt

[Talia]

thanks so much :)

[Matthew Kult]

Hello Talia,

Bloody truth and darkly delicious.

Always,

Matthew
A.

[Talia]

Thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed reading it :)

~Talia

[Matthew Kult]

Welcome