Poetry Dump #3

They press a barrel upon my head, 

While all the while crying for peace. 

Into the hands of those masked men 

I have trusted my naked, shivering body

To be saved. 

The sharpness of their knives, 

Felt cold against my skin, 

While the warmth of my blood flows freely, 

Silken down my body. 

The burgundy red color stays the same, 

Days after the torture had ended. 

The greens and the browns, 

Had hidden me from solace, 

And from the lasting silence. 

   

It may have been days since I have seen the sun, 

It may have been days since I have been in darkness.

And from this earth where I kneel, 

I know the sun will never shine for me. 

Reviews

[AshGrey]

The hurt is clear in the last line. Great write.

[Carissa Marie]

Thank you :)

[alifeacoustic]

Sadness etched in every line with a powerful ending.

[Carissa Marie]

Thanks for reading. :)