Catharsis Poem by Memories And Hope

Catharsis

Rating: 3.9


Last night, I cried.
I washed away the pain,
then your memories,
then the bits of my soul
that still had sobs left;

Then i scrubbed myself clean,
cleansed of all feelings
of smell, touch, your taste.

The knives cut easily,
excising every inch
that had any memory of you,
the blood washing you away
finally.

Even the inner membrane
of my eyelid felt liberated.

Then the aortal veins flared
one last time.
And then there was silence.
Sleep. At last.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
John Nightingale 19 December 2007

Very powerful and intense. Very moving.

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