Paper cut

a paper cut.
The blood seeps and pools
on the tip of my finger
And drips,
on the poem
That lay
crumpled on the floor
The blood stains,
and the pain remains.
I guess
Some things
are better left unsaid.
Some memories
hurt too much
Like
paper cuts.
Tiny
Open wounds
that bleeds,
like the past
that haunts us.
And Sometimes,
there’s just
no going back.
Happy memories
I treasure
I keep them.
Locked away,
behind the red door.
Where your laughter
Still fills the room.
With little touches of you
Thoughts of you.
I’m dying inside
In your absence
And I am left,
with only,
these paper cuts.
Tiny
Invisible wounds.
That never seem to heal.
It just hurts
So much more
With time.
And as the days
grow longer
the nights grow colder
And I,
just linger-
Till I fade away.

Author's Note

#prose #mystery

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

paper cuts are slight but bleed so heavily...wounds to the heart sometimes seem harmless, and we almost ignore them...and yet, sooner or later they start to bleed and often won't stop...

the pain increases and we just want to cut our finger off...or maybe our heart.

nice metaphor.

j.

[RomaJ]

Your review is breathtakingly beautiful. Thankyou j, I appreciate it.

[terry smith]

...fade away like a shadow at dusk...I keep all mine in a drawer in a desk in my mind..

[wordman]

haunting thoughts and memories ,takes a long time to heal
but it never heals,only becomes tolerable

[RomaJ]

"only becomes tolerable" how true that is. Thank you for your thoughts word.

[Robert Parlange]

Paper cuts; the most minor of wounds yet they hurt so much. Some people think that way about broken hearts. They seem to think they are only minor wounds and we'll just “get over it.” Odd that they don't understand how much it hurts.

Good work. And welcome back.

[RomaJ]

Sometimes there is only so much a person can take that even the most minor of wound can feel unbearable. Thank you for your thoughts on this piece. Very insightful. And it's good to be back. Thank you again.

[Valentine]

Just like I have felt the 2 years since losing my husband. It takes strength to begin again. Valentine

[RomaJ]

I'm sorry for your loss,Valentine. Yes, it takes alot of strength

[Philip Muls]

My story Lovesick evokes the same pain as your poem, I'd appreciate your view.

Memories that hurt like paper cuts. Sharp image.

[RomaJ]

Thank you for your thoughts. I will be by your way soon.

[andrew mitchell]

A poetic narrative which I just love as I try to write in this style. What a write Rj. So glad you are back in poetic style! GOLD! IT IS!

[RomaJ]

Thank you Andrew, I truly appreciate it...:)

[ANTO]

This is so lyrical - it could be a great song!! As it stands its a great poem - very good metaphor - the subtleties are its strength thus they convey so well in feeling just how painful those little, almost invisible, injuries (to the heart) can be.
Great work - welcome back Roma J.
:)

[RomaJ]

Very interesting. I've tried my hand at songwriting. But it would always sound pop to me. I guess it all that pop music they play on radio. Gets stuck in my head...and thank you for your thoughts.