Emile Pinet Poet Quatrain

Scarlet Flood

As depression dominates your thoughts,
the weight of love's absence grows acute.
And while your stomach twists into knots:
love, morphs into the forbidden fruit.

Cringing inside, your life feels unfair,
drowning in your tears, you struggle to cope.
For suckling on the breasts of despair,
Reality has drained you of Hope.
 
When childhood memories include rape:
trust dissipates into nothingness.
And you find that you cannot escape
that feeling of utter emptiness.

Admonishing life, you curse your fate,
as the blade's keen edge scratches a path.
And self-abuse morphs into self-hate,
as cutting begins to calm your wrath.

Purging the hurt from your tortured soul,
starts with a tiny trickle of blood.
And then, as each cut exacts a toll,
crimson drops fuel a scarlet flood.

Purging the hurt from your tortured soul,
starts with a tiny trickle of blood.
And then, as these cuts exact their toll,
crimson drops fuel a scarlet flood.

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Line Gauthier May 23, 2018 at 1:32 PM Deep and dark. Well penned, Emile. Emile Pinet May 23, 2018 at 5:20 PM Thanks Line, I appreciate your comments my friend, Emile.

Kim Rodrigues September 11, 2017 at 9:12 AM And I just saw your pic. I've heard of cutting but have never seen it with its ferocity! Emile Pinet September 11, 2017 at 9:36 AM Thanks Kim, cutting can be a debilitating experience that leaves a person emotionally scarred for life. Emile.

Kim Rodrigues September 11, 2017 at 9:10 AM Wow! A great emotional write! So tragic when rape supercedes a lonely, wonting existence. The tortured soul who turns to self-abuse to push away their thoughts. Emile Pinet September 11, 2017 at 9:32 AM Thanks Kim, sometimes the human experience can be a painful one my friend, and we must be aware of the hurt others suffer in silence, Emile.

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart September 11, 2017 at 8:13 AM I am intrigued by your poetic venture into all matters of human experience Emile. You feel, feel for feeling, and deliver always with tenderness. This is a difficult topic, nice work. Have you read my "An Ode" on the topic? I was one of those kids, the self abuse a difficult habit to break. Wonderful day Emile :) xomo! Emile Pinet September 11, 2017 at 9:29 AM Thank you so much Maureen, you personal comments and support are always most welcome, I wish you a prolonged and happy life my friend, Emile.

Susan Ashley September 10, 2017 at 6:41 PM A very evocative and emotive write Emile. Your message in your poem is powerful and delivered in lines with beautiful rhythm, rhyme and flow. The pain is eloquently and compassionately expressed. A great write my friend :) Emile Pinet September 11, 2017 at 9:27 AM Thank you so much Susan, you comments and support are always most welcome my friend, Emile.