Cut DeepA Poem by Blake Q Hatfield
I'm sitting here and stuck feeling low
Trying to pull the knives out of my back But I can't seem to let them go Their cold and sharp sting are all I have To remind me of those brighter days When I lived ignorant of the clouds in my eyes The past should always stay the same But sometimes the truth comes around later Shattering all that you know Breaking the the fragile state of your reality And leaving you questioning what, if anything, was ever true No other question haunts or torments like "why?" One simple syllable that bounces in your curious mind Trying to figure out if there were things you could have done Wondering what could have been if you had clear eyes Why did they have to stab deep and turn those cold blades Your trust like a sweet red candy coming from the wound They took it all away and left you drained A shell of a human being that once felt so true To smile when harsh reality hits is a manic response To the contradicting knowledge my clear and red eyes now know Struggling with the the way thing are Fighting hard to piece back together the shattered dreams once real Grasping in vain as the shards fall into the abyss of time Stuck here wondering how to let the wounds heal Those cold knives still in my back, touching my heart Wondering how to let these sharp emotions go To let time heal over this cruel pain So I can try to hide away from the scars left behind © 2010 Blake Q Hatfield |
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1 Review Added on July 19, 2010 Last Updated on July 19, 2010 AuthorBlake Q HatfieldPhiladelphia, PAAboutI began writing back in '94 and I've been in love with it ever since. Music has a big influence on how I write, and what topics I choose to write about. I like to write a clever piece every now and th.. more..Writing
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