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

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

A haunting metaphor, my friend. The idea of the heart, the soul and spirit, as this almost nightmarish vision. The depth of the imagery here is fantastic, and I am haunted by the darkness as much as I am haunted by the idea of blankness. Well done, my friend...I felt this one.

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much Sarah.

[Lyn Anderson]

Wow. Wow. Wow. Can you tell that I like it. More. Pour it out. It is beautiful.

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much for your kind words.

[Ken Simm.]

This is a sad illustration. This is coloured grey. But there are as you know more than one type of grey. Grey is not just black and white and here you have seen a myriad of them.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Ken.

[BlackRose]

Dark deep shadows I call my home. I curl up and shrivel away... Phenomenal poem and way to show the pain ones feeling. I have been here before but now gratefully see light on my joyful days. I hope things turn around for you as it did for me. No one wants or EVER expect to be in this position. Reminds me of ones I wrote of a similar situation/s. Thanks for the read.

[Jack...]

Thank you so much.

[icelandicblue]

You've chosen shadows and grays for this poem. I hope the light can break through the cracks and revive your heart.

[Jack...]

Thank you Anne.

[Diana]

You selected the perfect photograph for this poem. Reading this=oww. Not a big enough band-aid for some problems and none for others...

[Jack...]

Thanks Diana for you visit today.

[MsJewel]

Rains soften this hell as I dig deeper into the sadness
Buried in teardrop mud

Painful to read and yet, so beautifully said my friend. I hope sunshine finds you soon.

Hugs, Julie

[Jack...]

Thank you so much Julie

[Frieda P]

No words Jack, only that you write this sad tune so beautifully my friend. xo

[Jack...]

Thank you sweet girl. My heart may just begin mending now.

[David Scott]

Yes, we wait. Is it a mercy when the end arrives?
The end comes in many forms. The journey leads through thorny passages. Still, we are not creatures of leathery hide or steeled affect. So we bleed and suffer by the same gifts we know the gentle pleasures of true love...
Only a tender heart could write such a broken song.
Lovely and sorrowful words Jack.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much my friend. I appreciate your kindness.

[Angi]

Oh Jack. I hate, hate that you are going through this thing. Whatever this thing is. I hope you let the sun shine on your face soon, my friend. It just takes one foot after the other until you reach the edge of those dark trees. Take baby steps if that is all you can manage. Hugs. Angi~

[Jack...]

Thanks so very much Angi. What if I crawl?