Morgan Siegel

Rookie - 79 Points (27/06/1996 / New Zealand)

Extinguished - Poem by Morgan Siegel

...Save yourself, leave me...

Sorrow has clouded my fragile soul.
I can take this no more...

...My blood is yearning to be let out...

I stare at the silver edged blade.
It coos to me...wishing to be sated.
I outstretch my arm... I cannot help but comply...

...Sea of red, pain from cold...

I watch eagerly as my own crimson flows.
Fast and loose, it escapes my body.
I stagger to look at the blade.
Wreathed in crimson, it glints a smile...

...Forever shall it flow, free of me...

I sit wearied, staring at my arm.
Deep red in the centre, lightened upon out.
I lean over to the floor and gaze.
Crimson shed onto the floor, slowly widening...

...I am becoming free, but not too soon...

I cannot remain, I drop the blade to the reddened floor.
I sit back and wait... my heart lapses.
Death finally comes... he clasps my hand, and depart...

...'You shan't wait for long'...

'I am sorry my son, the Lord forbids it.'


Poet's Notes about The Poem

Part 1, of the Self-Destruction series.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, September 23, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, September 25, 2013


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