Billy Loving

The Cut - Poem by Billy Loving

Blade rips the flesh
Pleasure or pain, let it be your guess
Blue to red it turns
As the wound continuously burns
Blood begins to flow
Not knowing where to go
Confusion subsides
As the pool it supplies
I look down at the ground
At the blood all around
To the bathroom, I run
To see the damage done
Water begins to run
Is it horrifying or fun?
Drip, drip, drip
From the tiny little rip
As I look behind
My trail I do find
One spot to another
As the wound I cover
To the bone it may go
There is no way to know
With the tape, I wrap
No strength, it does sap
Like an unending sting of a bee
It all feels so unreal to me
Just another moment of the day
As I go about my merry way

Topic(s) of this poem: wound

Form: Couplet

Comments about The Cut by Billy Loving

  • (12/3/2015 10:32:00 PM)

    Wonderful couplets devoted to a sensitive subject- wound caused by a cut. Liked the minute details incorporated in the narration. Enjoyed the poem. Thanks for sharing.10 points. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 3, 2015

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