The Cut.

As none can see the wind but in its effects on the trees, neither can we see the emotions but in their effects on the face and body. ~Nathaniel LeTonnerre, translated

the cut deep it never heals

sip the water and swallow the pills

try to ensure you that im really okay

but i cant convince myself to this day

cant i run away from this pain

i try  but it catches me again

I try hate, i try pain anything not to feel

but the feelings cant, they never conceal

i have been running with this cut

trying to run far away

but the blood is too much

and i hurt to stay

cant you see i love you

but i hate what you did

how you hurt, how you lied

and i was only a kid

how the cut that you gave me

turned into a gash

and how the hate for you festered

and slowly developed a rash

but i ran with this hurt

and tried to kill my care

because when i needed a mother

you were never there.

 

Reviews

[Bryän]

Well done personifying the pain this person felt with the "cut." I can't help but think that this derived from something more personal than what some may think.
Although, you could have remained less vague at several sections. Other than that though, I enjoyed reading it. It must have taken a great deal of thought in writing this.

[Domo]

Deeper than the cut itself. This poem was constructed in care and agony. This one is one of your deepest.
~D♥m♥~

[Sean M. Addams]

wow... a very deep and powerful write... emotions are expressed wwell in this... imagery was done well... overall i thought you did a great job a very heart tugging piece!!!

[deeps]

A very emotional write here, sad too!
Well expressed.