A Weapon

A poem, a bit of a challenge for me.

In the shadows I linger

ducking at glances

dodging everything that

comes my way

I feel it tattooed on my skin

blood like black ink

irremovable

unable to be erased

It cannot go away

It will never go away

I will not forget what I’ve done

it swallows me whole

Lost in a sea of guilt

I drown

floundering as it drags me down

Many lies take me

from where I am

a broken spirit

a shattered life

When will the wind

blow for me

A winter’s day storm

to blow my way

Wait until the

ocean washes over

all my memories

locked inside

My mind a horror-house

a place of terror and fright

Kak tol'ko ya byl

ochen' ponravilsya

Seychas ya nakhozhus

ya ne znayu,

kto ya

Kogda nachalsya ya stanovit'sya

A weapon?

Author's Note

The Russian means:

Once I was
loved
Now I am
I do not know
who am I

When did I become

Reviews

[Pryde Foltz]

Wait until the
ocean washes over
all my memories
locked inside
My mind a horror-house
a place of terror and fright

A bit of synchronicity in our minds, I should think. I tell you, re-running thoughts are the enemy.

[EmaleighLynn]

Thanks, Pryde. I appreciate your review. :) And that is the truth, isn't it?

[Dr. Wood ?]

I admire the fact that you have more than one language, I can hardly master English...Prose and poetry in my tiny mind are running side by side nowadays. It is merely the layout that separates it..you have made a fine job of work here though....I read poems on here that leave me cold but this one makes me think

[EmaleighLynn]

Thanks, but I actually don't know any Russian. I used a translator for this.

I understand what you mean about having prose and poetry both in your head, I feel it too. I'm very glad that my poem made you think!