Emile Pinet Poet Blank verse

Shards Of Insanity

Victims of cutting reject
trite platitudes of pity.
For the pain they feel has been
festering in them since birth.

Shards of insanity cut
into insignificance.
And reality reacts:
to bouts of low self-esteem.

Sparked by emotional needs,
panic ignites frayed, raw nerves.
And only cutting can dull
anxiety's sharpened edge.

The sound of your beating heart
increases as steel cuts flesh.
And yet, for a chance to feel,
fear slips into submission.

Relief accompanies the
trickling blood fleeing your vein.
And you feel alive, inside:
by numbing your greater pain.

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Line Gauthier May 26, 2018 at 8:59 PM Great description yet hard to imagine that need. Well penned, Emile. Emile Pinet May 27, 2018 at 7:37 AM Thanks Line, I appreciate your support my friend, Emile.

Scott Thirtyseven April 14, 2015 at 8:12 AM Gosh Emile, you get to the heart of it here. A very strong, confronting piece of poetry. So nicely crafted. Well done mate. Emile Pinet April 14, 2015 at 9:23 AM Thanks Scott, your words of encouragement are most appreciated. Emile.

Joel Thornton April 14, 2015 at 12:20 AM Bravo a definite seven for me. just amazingly conveyed your words cut like a blade to skin and then they begin again to heal before the end. I love love it and it's one of my new fav poem a.. Joel Emile Pinet April 14, 2015 at 9:20 AM Thanks Joel, your comments and support are appreciated. Emile.

Nandita Das April 13, 2015 at 12:45 PM A superb write. #7 Emile Pinet April 13, 2015 at 1:32 PM Thanks as always Nandita, your visits are most welcome. Emile.

Jan Allison April 13, 2015 at 10:53 AM Emile I found this truly heartbreaking. A few years ago at school I came across a girl who had self harmed with scars all up her arm she was in turmoil with her parents separating - we started to talk - after a while she told me the reason why she did it - when she saw the blood she knew she was still alive - reading your poem brought this memory flooding back! a 7 from me:-) Hugs Jan xx Jan Allison April 13, 2015 at 11:57 AM Your poem brought back memories from about 5 years ago - I still see the young lady around in the village she is settled in life now which is a blessing:-) hugs jan xx Emile Pinet April 13, 2015 at 11:51 AM Thank you so much for sharing that we me Jan, I wrote this poem to highlight the plight of so many troubled souls into cutting. Emile.

Arthur Vaso April 13, 2015 at 10:34 AM The imagery in here is astounding, you have really outdone yourself with this poem. A7 for me! Emile Pinet April 13, 2015 at 11:52 AM Thank you Arthur, I look forward to your visits. Emile.

Eileen Manassian April 13, 2015 at 10:30 AM Emile...I hope this is not true for you, and if it is....I hope you find a way to deal with it. Oh...I know what it's like to get to the edge. I've been there. For me...medication helps. I've been on meds for several years now. Please...be well. I won't be around for a while. Wanted to you know. I'll come back when I am able. hugs Emile Pinet April 13, 2015 at 11:54 AM Thanks Jade, the poem is not about me, I wrote it to highlight the plight of so many troubled souls into cutting... I hope all is well with you, I look forward to your return, God bless. Emile.