Torement Poem by Crimson Love
Torement
Leeching on sympathetic wrists,
squirming at the smell of iron tinged blood,
pen dripping while wrists fill the barrel.
This pendulum swings;
time has deceased,
stuck in place,
upon page, pens bleed,
Blades upon flesh,
wounds never heal,
and pain like this life,
remain all to real.
Realities of pain agonized past truths,
suffering pondered reflections,
bleeding my Crimson name,
blood is the dynasty, the infamy of fame...
exuding my love, this page is drenched and dripping,
sorrowful words, upon wrists are ripping.
I Writhe in torture as words are carved upon my frame,
Suffering are words, self inflicted and not, their both the same.
Your poetry is very darkly emotional. Very well done. But I do find the occasional misspelling a little jarring. Remain all 'too' real, Last line, 'They're' both the same. Is 'Torement' misspelled for a reason? I might see that. Otherwise, it's torment. Iron-tinged might be better with a hyphen. Don't take this as a criticism, just a comment. Otherwise, I find it a very well expressed.
Despair, poetically expressed. The blood, the words, Blades upon flesh. At the same time imagination, worry, fear and the horror effect are affecting the reader.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 12:28:59 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Your poetry is very darkly emotional. Very well done. But I do find the occasional misspelling a little jarring. Remain all 'too' real, Last line, 'They're' both the same. Is 'Torement' misspelled for a reason? I might see that. Otherwise, it's torment. Iron-tinged might be better with a hyphen. Don't take this as a criticism, just a comment. Otherwise, I find it a very well expressed.