Nowhere Left to Bleed

Nowhere Left to Bleed

 

Yes … you may have seen

me naked ..

And you have seen me

weak

You have seen me

beaten ..

And then turn the other

cheek ..

But now the breaking

wheel is broken

and there

is nowhere left to hide,

or bruise, or bleed ..

At least

that is, the way it seems

to me ..

And tho’ the well is just

as deep,

the bottom and the sides

have long run dry

and the drop is still as

steep ..

But until you realise

I am neither

hypocrite, or liar I shall

remain

both a threat and stranger

in that crazy

fucked up mind of yours

but then again, who cares ..

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Has the sound of a farewell, but not a fond one. A lot of rich imagery convey the speaker's feeling of having gone a bridge too far and now being ready to cut loose for good. Sincerely hope time will drain the big cup of gall that is evident here. It's not worth the time.

[Neville]

... Thank you kindly sir .. my cup runneth over :)

[Poetic Beauty]

Sometimes we have to not dwell on the perception of others. It isn’t easy and many times it hurts more than we would like.

I can feel the hurt and the pain in this piece that is litter with strong imagery of falling down a well that’s sides are dry and the bottom is deep.

[Neville]

thanks for checking in PB .. always appreciated :)

[lightsong]

it pains deeply, toughly... when we trust someone with even our souls and then to be continuously shocked by the way their twisted minds thinking of us without changing. dear Neville, your poem bleeds, or anger of frustrated of anguish and real pain... do I have to say more?

[Neville]

Its a funny old world and there's nowt so queer as folk :)