Onomatopoeia Of Gloom Poem by Alyssa Anne Sunico
Onomatopoeia Of Gloom
Steel meets skin
Veins poppingly blue
Smooth under rushing blood
One swish! Done.
Hesitation sinks in
'It's just a metaphor'
Blood taunts blade
It chants, 'Feel me'
Just a tiny hint of pressure
Oops! Too far
Dig in a little deeper
Shiver runs through my hands
Blade falls endlessly
Frustration echoes
Deep breath of relief
I want to die and I want to live
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5/14/2024 3:04:01 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Wow. What a nice poem. Very cool and light inside my heart