The Night of Day

From my eyes fall trails of blood
And when my ice-white wrists are cut, 
Tears run from every slit vein
Tears to wash away the pain
Of love, fear and hate.
And as you look down on me 
From your indigo, star speckled sea
I fish for constellations great;
Orion with his belt of iron,
Leo with his mane of fire,
Centaurus close to the sun,
Crux the light and brightest one. 
I lie upon the crescent moon,
Its slither of rock fading soon,
And for once, I feel whole,
Before the darkness burns my soul. 
And I fall fast and hit the ground.
Ripples make a mighty sound,
In the swamps where mosquitoes bite.
Tear out my heart,
Throw it back to the night,
Back to the start.
And so I sit and cut my wrist, 
And blood as clear as diamonds drips
And my tears flow red and scarlet,
I take the pain in sips,
And repay my debt,
To the indigo, star speckled sea,
Finally, I feel free.

Reviews

[revalatia]

I enjoy the way you describe the lonliness and hurt , but at the same time, a knowingness of not truly being alone, and all the while, sensing the oneness of returning to ...'a silent source' so to speak~ Melancholy yet surprisingly soothing. Well done :)

[Kat Mandu]

Thanks :) I appreciate the review

[AliciaB]

Wow. This is an amazing poem. The language is striking, and your manipulation of the imagery is absolutely fantastic. I like the interplay between tears and blood (well, when I say I "like" it, I mean that it makes for powerful poetry, as the actual message of the images makes my heart hurt.) Some of my favorite lines: "From my eyes fall trails of blood / And when my ice-white wrists are cut, / Tears run from every slit vein / Tears to wash away the pain" - the imagery here is amazing, especially "ice-white wrists" and "every slit vein" (which by the way, makes me shiver), and the paradox of these "Tears" of blood "wash[ing] away the pain" is intriguing. Also "I lie upon the crescent moon, / Its slither of rock fading soon, / And for once, I feel whole, / Before the darkness burns my soul" - the last two lines of that one are especially effective. "Tear out my heart, / Throw it back to the night" - extremely powerful. And finally, "And blood as clear as diamonds drips / And my tears flow red and scarlet, / I take the pain in sips" - again, like the first example, the correlations and exchange of characteristics between blood and tears is fascinating. I also like the image of "the indigo, star speckled sea" throughout this poem. Overall, this is a very moving piece. If it is written about you or someone you know, I offer you whatever support I can - know that I am praying for you! Excellent writing!