Sharp Words

Those words that cut so deep,
Flayed my skin left me bare,
Still echo round when I sleep
Even though you not there

I keep bleeding I keep weeping
I'm wounded to deep to care
These scars I am keeping
To remind me you not there

Changed forever by the terrible poison,
That I took from this laceration,
Settled in my bones in my reason,
Beyond redemtion and renovation

Fallen beyond my hurts and injury
My anger rules my heart
It rages eternal, permanetly free
Love no longer a part

A black and broken thing i've become
Free falling away from light
Forgetting the heart love came from
In the dark out of sight

Resigned as I am to my dark fate
I curl up and around my agony lie
Lay quietly down I start to wait
For the cowl and sythe to let me die

But my dark friend finds me not
No matter how long i wait upon the floor
I must find him before i rot
Even if i journey ever more

Fairwells are made to those that care
Careful to hide my last destination
Few will note that i'm not there
So i set off without a reservation 

I travel now to meet my friend
With cowl of night and boney stare
I'll welcome his embrace come the end
But i'm glad i will know no one there

I hope to see such pastures green
Sunsets red and seas so blue
All the sites the can be seen
Do all the things i can do

For before this trip i can complete
Before i reach my family home
I will find the friend that i seek
I will fade away all alone.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2008

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Pierre Lee Look Avatar
September 4, 2008 at 6:59 PM
Hi Anthony I know that you put your heart and soul into this piece. Words can really hurt deeply and can cut to the bone. Well thought out. It is full of insight into the emotions of human beings. The love then the hate. Keep writing Anthony!
Jackson Avatar
September 4, 2008 at 6:29 PM
I felt the first half of your poem and then i kind of lost you towards the end. reminded me of a shorter poem i had written....words can cut us to the bone...they are powerful and can be deadly ........ but we must learn to move on not allow the word we hear to capture us and make us prisoners to them.....great thoughts thanks for sharing. Diana jackson
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