(80) A Crown Of Barbed Wire

When we are left alone in the darkness of the mind.

A crown of barbed wire

Adorns my bleeding head

I suffer the pain of fire

I must envy the dead



Witness this pain I feel

Cold daggers in my spine

The agony is unreal

The intensity is mine



Razor blades slice my fingers

Jagged nails within my feet

Searing pain that lingers

Burning flesh within the heat



The torture that darkness brings

Screaming from this empty shell

The punishment for my sins

Condemning me straight to hell



Hanging from a rusted rope

Suspending over an endless shore

With an ocean of no hope

This is mine until I take no more




copyright Chris Smith 2008

Author's Note

Written in dark times.

Reviews

[Amy Bumpas]

This is very dark, but you made a strong point. It was
raw, real, and I felt the emotional pain. Great job!

[White Ink]

Just great! loved your word choice.. it totally reflects the darkness. Added to my faves.

[Shiningwolf]

Such darkness here. It takes my feelings and strangles them to say. I too, have been through these times. I can feel the pain. Almost like I did this myself. What talent you have!

[Sukriti Suki]

I envy the dead..this is such a dark piece and you have done so much justice to it..

[Aidz]

A dance within the darkness indeed

[emona]

i know EXACTLY how that feel. i know all to well.

[Sel Whiteley]

Ah, the stigmata of our torn minds. You capture accurately your feeling of being a sinner, your fears, your feeling of depression. A very emotive poem.

[Judy Ponceby]

Very dark times it seems. The pain sears the page Chris. I pray the pain has subsided for you.