No Regrets

I have a habit (as most writers do/should) of writing while I'm walking places - in my case, to work. This is one such creation

No regrets from a bleeding heart;

moving on will be my vampire,

drinking me dry of every reason

I ever had to want you.

You were my saint and saviour

but it was me who was crucified

by this abusive breed of love.

My soul now canker-bit,

half-eaten away with you poison,

is what I am left with.

My vampire smiles and continues to feed.

Reviews

[Faffy]

hmm this poem is good but im going to be completely honest with you and say it was a bit boring with the first two and the last line but the middle chunk was what i loved most. there was a build up and then it was at its climax but i was hoping for a sense of finality but the ending here gives way to a greater scope to add another layer to this piece.

overall i liked it =)

-Roshan

[LuNaR-C]

Thank you so much for this, Roshan - every little bit helps