empty silence surrounds,
hushing all that's around
darkness engulfs the light
creating shadows of shame,
devouring past mistakes.
unforgiving sharp glass
painfully embeds itself
sinking beneath the skin
constant punishing slices
tearing open past scars.
crimson rain achingly falls
swallowing broken pieces.
blood soaked and thirsty
shadows come out to play.
tormenting the weak heart,
held prisoner of the night,
tortured by ugly memories
haunting this wounded soul.
muffled cries faintly heard
falling prey, she was weak
to blood thirsty shadows,
shame overtaking, cutting,
she drowns in crimson rain.
[Blood thirsty shadows of life] May the light again be fill'd in her heart! ! ! G'd write! ! !
so beautifully portrayed, again, you put out there the true emotions of your soul....you have so much to share, so much value in your words...so many are lost and need a light to lead them from the darkness...you silentpoet are a light to those who have bled but do not know where to go from there....lead the lost dead souls to your light as you share the essence of your soul.....smiles n blessings
great poem about shadows of life, a real great write! ! !
Your crimson tears stain the cloth I gave you, no matter- I will give you the shirt off my back if you need, all I ask in return is that you not cry anymore- For you heart has few drops left to bleed. I know these words will take you aback, wondering...how does he know? A writer has the gift of words, and specializes in reading between the lines. Another Powerful Write Silentpoet Grl! There hasn't been one from you that I read yet, that has not amazed me! Great Ink! ; -0 -Kelly.
Smiles...from one who knows...its not imagination, its raw feelings that often leave those of us in silence in knowing our little secrects. Tears trickle down my face...yes I know of silence and shame and anger one feels, why do people assume its in our imaginations....crys softly....its real, its painful, it happens...how to move on, express how we feel. Excellent work
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I would like to translate this poem
A great poem, the demons that are within us all can sometimes take over. A great write. May i invite you to read my new poem called, Lifes Too Short.