Laura Mckenzie Poet Lyric

Darkness Bleeds Red

If I silt my throat and lay in a bath of flowers
There you could see the red leak out for hours 
Crimson rings about my fingers 
I watch myself as death delivers 
Into the deep darkness where I shall depart 
Wrinkled skin washed in brine 
upon the edge of the bath a glass of red wine 
No more pain, no more doubt 
No more silent words I shout 
Would see the beauty in what I’ve done 
Could you see that my depression has won? 
No not today I think I’ll stay 
Now put those suicidal thoughts away
Your not done on this earthy place
I struggle to put a smile on my face

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Heidie Buys July 12, 2008 at 9:52 AM Wow, great atmosphere and wonderful images. You nailed this one. Well done. Regards Heidie

Sharon Winter July 10, 2008 at 4:44 AM Life can be a terrible struggle some days. Hope this is not about you or anyone you know, but rather more imagination. Glad to read the hopeful ending either way. Love, Shar

July 9, 2008 at 4:20 PM I thought this was going to end in tragedy. What a pleasant surprise at the end. Nice use of imagery to portray your thoughts. Thank you for sharing your poem with us and for your kind words regarding my cinquain. Keep on writing. Have a good day! Karen

Michael Jordan July 9, 2008 at 3:11 PM It would be a shame for someone who writes so beautifully die so tragically - I hope that smile returns soon -

Charles Fuller July 9, 2008 at 2:10 PM Keep up that struggle...nothing is ever so horrible that it can't be overcome. These words are haunting and vivid. It make you think about those around you that may need help...or even a kind word. Very beautifully scripted. My best, Charlie