Brandi Guthrie

Rookie (3-9-76 / California)

Endsong - Poem by Brandi Guthrie

Here it is again,
The creeping ache.
The endless dread
Takes a scarlet shade.
And inches down
Where I bury deep
This coil wound
Insatiable need
What have I done?
Dear friendly blade,
That might draw the sun
And moon to fade.
My eyes may close
One final time…
Will rest my woes,
Shall never cry.

Comments about Endsong by Brandi Guthrie

  • (5/22/2010 11:06:00 AM)

    I love how well you write, so much I wish you didn't write so well about these things, but they are a part of you and I am so glad you can share in such a brilliant way. (Report) Reply

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  • (5/13/2010 1:19:00 PM)

    This is a call to death... an inner voice seeking comfort in silence. It takes a lot of self-hate, depression or schizopheria (unless it is an honour killing!) to dip suicidal levels in life. But I am unsure if this wound is self-inflicted or has soem one inflicted it? Not just a physical wound but some one has a placed self-doubt demon in your spirit and there it feeds on your confidence until all is doom and gloom! Very well written this is and quite forboding with a lot of emotional content... may it never happen to you in the near future Brandi... I'd miss your writes! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, May 9, 2010

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