A Dying Poet's Sacrifice

A slam poem

So you say there’s something wrong with me 

From the lyrics of the song I sing 

To the mirrors we anoint as kings 

Choke on words- but you’re still breathing 

Retreating-  

Into the shadows we’re made of 

Worship obsession and call it love 

How can you say you’ve had enough? 

When your whole life you’ve lived on luck?  

I choke on words and suffocate 

Dreaming of worlds we could create

  

I tried to fit in and ended up deformed 

Whipped like an animal and forced to perform 

They hailed me as a royal with the crown of thorns 

A slave to the system since the day I was born  

So scream in my face for the lyrics I sing! 

I bleed the words God gave me 

Tear myself apart for entertainment 

And you labeled me insanity 

You don’t know what it means to breathe! 

To let the emotions cut in deep 

-Let them pierce your skin till you start to bleed 

And rip your heart out for the world to see 

As Edgar said, we’ve loved alone 

I keep telling you, this isn’t my home 

Somewhere out there I’ll find myself 

Maybe before I kill myself 

Maybe then I’ll find my peace 

And the pain inside will start to ease  

There’s only so much blood one can bleed 

My writings a threat, but only to me

Author's Note

People tend to forget how a writer can get lost in their works. Tearing one’s heart out over and over for entertainment can get tiresome. One can only bleed so much before they give in to the tiredness, and let go. It’s about depression, madness and losing hope...

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Powerful words Sarah. Great expression and I felt that heartfelt struggle that your "alien" self has living in a hostile world where you aren't understood. Splash it across the page if it makes you feel better. Call me daft but when I read you I saw ET wanting to go home and I loved ET. Whatever, don't lose hope. I do like happy endings. Sending you hugs ((.))

Chris

[LazerRays]

Thank you very much for that thoughtful review, I do very out of place in a world that doesn’t understand human emotion. We always move on in life upgrading and advancing but one thing remains the same. It’s our emotions, and to discover what they mean, is knowing what every single person in the world, from the beginning of time till the end. You’ll understand being human. But even humans don’t understand being human and makes those who do, aliens

[LazerRays]

And hugs back, thank you

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree dear Sarah.
"There’s only so much blood one can bleed
My writings a threat, but only to me "
Few will understand us. We must find the road back to sanity on our own. Powerful words ans thoughts shared my friend.
Coyote

[LazerRays]

Thank you coyote. Little will understand us. We’re a different breed. Thank you for the comment and the time you took to review this :) I wish you well

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome dear Sarah and I always enjoy your work.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

"my writing's a threat, but only to me"
i often feel that way...just bleeding words onto the page...sometimes a reality, sometimes taking hint of that and running with it.
i wonder often if i just write to entertain myself.
bored poet looking for something to do.
i quite like this piece...
j.

[LazerRays]

Yes, my writing is a threat; but only to me. thank you Very much Jacob. I often feel as though I am ripping out my heart so others have a bit of it. Thanks for stopping by