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I found him there
lying in a bed of his own tears
but red as only blood should be.

I thought him dead
and a part of me rejoiced
but grief took the victory
and tied it in to a knot inside my chest.

It was I that felt the death then
of the goodness that I used to be
that which I claimed he stole away
but which I gave him freely
then turned the knife against myself.

I found him
lying in a bed of his own tears
but as he gazed up at me
I knew the blood was mine
and knew I was the cause.

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The Wound

Contributed by lostinmyself on Tuesday, 16th April 2019 @ 06:10:43 PM in AEST
Topic: selfstruggles



I found him there
lying in a bed of his own tears
but red as only blood should be.

I thought him dead
and a part of me rejoiced
but grief took the victory
and tied it in to a knot inside my chest.

It was I that felt the death then
of the goodness that I used to be
that which I claimed he stole away
but which I gave him freely
then turned the knife against myself.

I found him
lying in a bed of his own tears
but as he gazed up at me
I knew the blood was mine
and knew I was the cause.





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Re: The Wound (User Rating: 1 )
by softerware on Tuesday, 16th April 2019 @ 06:21:36 PM AEST
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Yikes. A spooky story with a great line: AND TIED A KNOT INSIDE MY CHEST.
I could feel it! Your poem refers to our habit of distancing ourselves from horror and viewing our own acts from a safe perspective. The change to awareness is quick and sharp, and takes us unaware. Splendid.
softerware


Re: The Wound (User Rating: 1 )
by Jecks on Tuesday, 16th April 2019 @ 07:53:48 PM AEST
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Your poetry is always so vivid, so full of emotion. I feel the pain as I read this. I know self awareness is a step in the right direction, but I can tell the pain will take a long time to heal. Friends can only help so much, but I do hope we can ease your way.


Re: The Wound (User Rating: 1 )
by JamesStockdale on Wednesday, 17th April 2019 @ 02:47:11 AM AEST
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Subject matter aside I liked the choppy up and down flow.
That was very unique and it made it better than ever.


Re: The Wound (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Wednesday, 17th April 2019 @ 07:27:24 AM AEST
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OMG, incredible writing!!!! I can`t even muster words that describe this. Soooo, dark! And the imagery.

I am impressed, Phyllis!!! Indeed impressed. You`re one of the best poets here and I`m so glad to see your return.

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you!


Re: The Wound (User Rating: 1 )
by hauntedscorp on Sunday, 30th June 2019 @ 10:02:30 PM AEST
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Another old timer ... this is great ... welcome back, friend.

I like how you wrote this like a flip side to a coin.
I sure do feel this ... “Resentment is like taking poison and waiting for the other person to die”.
No one ever explains the unexpected... the reasons how or why a person might feel conflicted in a similar situation. ... but there is that conflict ... and I appreciate you sharing about it.


~Scorp




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