wilted marigold

Its ripped, its broken, its badly bruised…

Won’t you fix it with your tape and glue?

Rebuild my crushed dreams, and re-establish my lost face.

Cover my tattered soul with love, spread medicine across my pain.

It will ache and burn, these wounded cuts.

I need you to hold my hand with a tender touch.

Keep my soul in your heart, keep it in the center of your eyes,

Otherwise I will burn in the flames we lit, turn into ashes,

and fly away with the dry wind over the sorrow sea.

I will wilt like thirsty marigolds, and shatter like a vintage vase.

Fade into the ink you spilled, and wash away in the paint you dripped.

I will wait for you, but you will never heal me.

You will watch me burn in the corner, watch my soul rip away from my eyes.

So I will stab myself with my own knife, let the pain pour onto the wooden floor.

Watch it slide into the seashores, and evaporate away into the light of heaven.

 

 

 

Reviews

[Ibreez Shabkhez]

Tape and glue... non! With a title like that the poem should be slightly stronger... the sun is not blue. Great poem.

[SOUL LESS]

wounded cuts?!? Non! Not on my watch. Your vocab continues to bog down your work.

"Keep my soul in your heart, keep it in the center of your eyes," Cut out "the Keep it."
There are a few slight more changes for the better possible, but let's skip those.

Your major prob: You make sentences like it's prose. This is poetry.

I like the thought process, it is almost UNIQUE (defined my way)...Even the sun is blue. Luv that line!
Great Job =P

[TheFemininePad]

A very powerful poem fueled by some personal emotions. This was a pleasure to read, and it flowed very smoothly. This is a great poem, and I don't see how I would improve upon it. It looks great as it is.

[trainwreck]

This is a haunting work. I really enjoyed reading it. The last line is very bittersweet. Lovely job on this. I would like to read more.