i never realised what was happening
i never saw the tell tale signs
the thoughts of death welled up inside me
as the blood came pouring down
i lay there in the pool of red
watching it flow freely as a river out of my leg
i never wanted to kill my self
i just wanted the relief it gave
as the pulsing red poured out again
the blade was cool and as sharp as ever
as it sliced me open once again
the adrenaline filled me once more
as the blood went pouring on the floor
they all thought they could help but no one can help me not now not ever becuase once you cross the blood line theres no going back.
quite a touching poem, love the way its writen and the metapher 'as a river' a 10 from me...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
My Dear Friend A poem should be a source of pleasure or as an ambition, dont show a wrong path to the readers. Your poem, interms of the quolity, it is good and got a nice flow. Best of Luck Regards, nooruddeen