I don't want it anymore

 

 

I don't want it anymore

 

This forest of black fern, scraping thorn’d tree trunks

It all looks the same

Tearing at my flesh…ripping wounds upon my chest

Severing slowly

Pain merely a dashed figment of my stoic imagination

Sharp blades twist

Wandering for nights on end as days no longer exist

Getting nowhere fast

Frowning moss grows on the east side of sorrow

Dying north spins

As I hold in my hand this thing that still bleeds

Two parts, gaping

Seeking the perfect hiding spot in charcoal stone ash

Shadows fade desires

This is of no use to me, take it, I don’t want it anymore

It is broken

Rains soften this hell as I dig deeper into the sadness

Buried in teardrop mud

And I sit, amongst bramble and thistle spun chains

Waiting for the end….

Reviews

[Will Neill]

Sounds as if you are down Jack, I read your poems, your talent supersedes your meloncony.A good write of a sad poem.
Take care my friend.
Will

[Jack...]

Thanks Will. I appreciate you visiting today.

[s y e]

Would a big huggle help? :( This is so, so very sad. I just want to take away your pain, you don't deserve all this heartbreak and pain Jack - I think I will take it, thanks.

Sad, poignant write.

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much my sweet friend, but I wouldn't ever put this pain on you

[s y e]

You wouldn't be able to do anything if I took it upon myself, T. Dad.

[Jack...]

Thank you my friend.

[Beau Maysey]

Very sad poem, I'm sorry your heart was so badly hurt by yourself and others that you no longer want it.
Visually disturbing but also beautiful poem, nice job
Probably you don't have to say the charcoal is stone
And the picture is a little cartoony for the dark tone of the poem
Overall, nice job

[Jack...]

Thanks so much for your kindness

[Cryingkate]

OMG I wrote a song so much like this.. It's called take it back Lord I don't want it anymore...

[Jack...]

Very cool, thanks for visiting.

[Jack...]

I agree with our dear Emma Jack, it's a sad sad beauty here, but I know deep in my heart, when you take a break, and take a bit more time for yourself, you will come back, and I will wait until that moment with open arms, to welcome you. We shall miss you here. But true friendship can let go, and awaits you with open arms.... (when you're ready). Take good care of you, and yours, and until the next... (I'm always here if you need an ear)... I am. I wish you my best dear friend... take your time...

(HUGS)
- Eli

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much my sweet friend. Your kindness touches my heart.

I wish you well Jack, take all the time... x

[emmajoy]

So many thoughts eating your mind, dear friend. Sad, dark, lonely, near tragic emotions, seemingly drowning the best of the Garden Guardian. Can't have that, can't have you disappearing off when so many of us would somehow hold your hand or give a hug. You have done and do do that for other folk, love. Now tis time for you to be lead back into light and gentle colours. What if you were a plant, love, you'd feed it and tend it, move it into the sun or shade then pray a few words or mumble a spell. Tis time for that, Jack.
Beautiful sadness in your writing.

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much Emma. Your kind words mean so much to me

[Josie E. Cook M. A.]

Sorrow and hurt--what can I do to take it away? Waiting for it to end! Beautifully written with the right emotions rising during the read.

[Jack...]

Thanks so very much Josie.

[Josie E. Cook M. A.]

YOU ARE WELCOME, JACK AND LOVED IT! :) I HOPE YOUARE WARMING THAN I AM ....HERE.

[Jack...]

Not a chance. We are not used to cold weather down here and I am freezing.

[Josie E. Cook M. A.]

Where are you at again?

[Dye]

"This is of no use to me, take it, I don’t want it anymore
It is broken"

So much pain and sadness :( The metaphors and imagery in this one are very strong Jack. I hope the heart will mend soon and find it's place where it belongs.

[Jack...]

Thanks so very much Dye.

[Mark]

Sitting in the darkness is rough and cold. I wrote something similar to this once. I don't know if I even have it anymore, but now I have to look. Good write Jack.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Mark.

[Baby Ricochet]

Man That's terrible. I mean it's a great poem its the situation that it depicts is what's terrible. A really hard and depressing place. Like in the ashes.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much my friend.