The Ultimate Blow Poem by chantel weston

The ultimate blow,
has been given
and when it lands
all reason to hope
is gone, all good feelings perish.

All the pain
that had been held abay
its flooding back,
its taking over like rushing torents.

Ripping
gashes in to my flesh,
gushing crimson regret
all over the room,
my pain flows freely
unrestricted and unrestraind
no more room for all my pain.

The door
to my soul is ripped off its hinges
the force of my pain
flinging it to the side,
now its on the floor
under all the crimson that
holds,
all my pain.