bleeding

I'm so sick of you, so what makes you think you can keep coming back? And more importantly- why do I let you?

Trying to go for help,
I only manage to
fall down the stairs,
landing in an abyss
with no way out.
Searing pain,
from the cold metal blade,
lodged between my ribs.
Whichever way I turn,
I can't seem to pull it out.
A trail of blood,
morbidly reminiscent of
a scarlet ribbon,
tied to every corner,
as if to say to me,
"Don't forget,"
winds back along my path.
It twists and turns,
along all the mistakes,
sometimes forks at
bad excuses.
Whichever way I follow,
it always leads me back
to you.

Reviews

[Randy`s Princess]

well done good verse I like the flow and reason behind this poem very enjoyable read :)

[Removed Account]

This shows off what a wonderful Vocab you have
A creative write.