Before you left me, I was happy as can be, I thought you Loved me, but now I see, it was never meant to be. I lean Over one time, as the sword goes deep inside. I move up in Order, The blood will stain but for your name my blood will Drain. You feel no guilt but still you see the way I felt. But You never wanted me to be happy, you were mean and I was Sad. The sword is now in my heart, for I too you was so very Worldly, but you said I was tart. I sliced my wrists, and then On down my arms, to where my pain was empty. Bleeding is the Right thing to do, this way you too can see how you have been Damned, you can lie and feel numbness in your hands. Eyes will
Blind, and the heart will stop, lungs will clog and then you will Rot. As the blood, then flows free into the Earth, you will Overstand. A gun would be too loud and way too quick. Maybe, Knives will do the trick. They are slow and sharp, why they Even would cut in your heart. In the darkness everything in Night you move your hand to your stand. Pull out the sword
Hidden in your man. You slice it in, mostly slowly, working, Early into the day. From here on out you know you will pay. Although you know her love was untrue, she was like a cue, Robber. Taking false love and giving you hope, onto the night, Then she would sink your lovely boat, down from this town to town. Love for you is gone, but now sadly you know you don't belong in an Ordain truth. Your heart is broken, so be so vest, slide the edge Softly into your chest. Then, we will not judge on whom was indeed The best. You bleed but you are still alive, you lift up your sword
Leaving one last try. And just as you are about to swing, and mind On your head to the floor. You fall toward the door. Sword still in View, now only from a few. Your veins are dry, now just like in the Evening sky, you have slowly died, inside. For you have committed
Homicide, and suicide. For the sword has gone past your neck and Obed her face as well. The blood will leak and drip into the sink Under the town, water will turn red. You were right. The sword Rived though your head. Now both of you are dead. Alone the Lightless night, the sword had taken your life. No one believed You would take your life, but here, now tonight, you have taken
Life from two, one is the blushing young girl, the other is the One man no one trusted, but he never lied. He said someday Very plain, she would rot in Hell, with the devil by her trail. Everyone, who reads this, I took her by my side. Signed: James McBride
Wow. This poem is definately something different. lol. A little dark for my taste but it was still very creative and good. I could feel the emotions running wild and free in this piece and that's a good thing. You did an amazing job writing this piece. When you get more things, just send them to me and I"ll be sure ot read them and put on my review. :) Enjoy reading your work!
A great metaphor for the pain of lost love. It is a metaphor, right? LOL Very dark and the imagery was excellent. I don't get the use of the word " Overstand" in the third stanza and I don't know if I would use the word "Even" in the same stanza. Or put it after the word "would". In the second to last stanza, the word "Obed"???
Great write!
From what I got from it, I'd say I like the way you compare the heart to a sword, and how loving someone can be as painful as both homicide and suicide all at once. Cutting slowly and deep the way a sharp edged sword might feel piercing the flesh. You just feel the want to die from the pain love can carry with it, and the way the other person can cause your heart (and entire being) to almost die over and over again! Especially when one invests their whole being, heart and soul into the relationship that has caused so much overflow of emotion.
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