Lusts last Breath.

This feeling keeps flooding back.
She wants to lock it in it's grave.
To cut and leave it in it's rusted trap,
yet, within the shadows,
it fails to remain.

Nothing of beauty has been seen so far.

She's taken and chopped up these blood red peddles.
Slicing and hoping to leave a scar,
so that deep inside the wound, it settles.

She'll Break the glass-like, subtle, silence,
Inhaling the sweet taste of new birth .
Exhaling this feeling with a new found violence.
Exhausted, she lays her blood stained hands on the dirt.

Author's Note

Criticism should always be constructive. ;)

Reviews

[Michael X]

you have an amazing way of writing emotions with imagery, so raw and well defined in factoring in the key elements of the tragedy, poetically enhanced, i love the scope of talent and the natural way your words flow in tis poem. cutting, shattering, breaking,the effects work well.

[Manda]

wow this was really good! i really enjoyed reading this. i could really feel the emotion putting in this piece. the flow was nice along with the grammar as well. it was easy to understand and enjoy as well. well done! 100/100