*Magnify*
SPONSORED LINKS
Creative fun in
the palm of your hand.
Printed from https://www.Writing.Com/view/1435208
Rated: ASR · Poetry · Dark · #1435208
A poem of truth faced head-on in my not-too-distant past
The razor be my best friend
sitting along my fragile skin;
resting ever so carefully along my wrist.
Praising the time
when pressed so hard
slicing deeply
into my fragile wrist.
Blood flows freely,
draining away my life-force.
This beach of flesh,
sliced neatly apart
painting a blood red portrait
of the puddle growing quickly
on the bathroom floor.
Where are the Gods?
Where are the Pearly Gates of Heaven?
All I see is an icy darkness
in which I drift...
in which I drift...
onwards, into eternity.
© Copyright 2008 WhiteLiner (quas at Writing.Com). All rights reserved.
Writing.Com, its affiliates and syndicates have been granted non-exclusive rights to display this work.
Log in to Leave Feedback
Username:
Password:
Not a Member?
Signup right now, for free!
All accounts include:
*Bullet* FREE Email @Writing.Com!
*Bullet* FREE Portfolio Services!
Printed from https://www.Writing.Com/view/1435208