The Bleeding

What breaks us most?

Love is the spear upon which I'm impaled.
My diplomacy of thought,
The very core of which I'm wrought,
the fuel and the fire that inspire desire,
the crux of the bearing to which fate hath conspire,
Has completely and utterly failed.
My future holds no gains
And ALL I AM pertains
to this ruthless quarry of pains.
I'm chastised by these remains.
Only God knows, what for me, is entailed.

Reviews

[Blade & Blood (The ..]

This piece is great! It flows very professionally and the rhythm is simply wonderful. It's very dark and eerie, though gives the reader a slight sense of hope. I feel you've communicated very well to the readers!

My favorite "the fuel and the fire that inspire desire". Very catchy! The word "hath" in line 5 dorks me out a bit; it doesn't sound like your style, but it may not be such a big deal.

Thanks for letting me know about this piece. I enjoyed it very much!

[LazerRays]

The rythem of this poem is nice and fast paced. It was like you were darkly chanting an evil spell. Kinda has a creepy aurora to it. Dark. I like this very much! Très bien!!!

[SamanthaMarie]

I felt like yelling this poem aloud. Almost like a chant, but with anger and bass behind it. So catchy!

[Beautifully Tragic xPoe..]

Wow. I really enjoyed this write. Great job.

[Fabric Pulse]

Nicely woven. The "all I am" part speaks most loud and your title author note headline a bit louder.