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

[Lydia Shutter]

Raw and honest...once again you have allowed us to peek inside your heart, Jack. Yes, the forest is dark, but you will find a way to navigate it. Powerful poetry. Lydi**

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Lydi. Be careful in here, it's easy to get lost.

[Lydia Shutter]

Nah, I have my trusty Garmin! :)

[TL Boehm]

more room in a broken heart. At least that's what Carly SImon says. "Rains soften this hell as I dig deeper...bramble and thistles.....ah. Yes. steeped in emotion.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Tammy. I appreciate your visit today.

[Marie]

I'm getting the impression (I could be wrong, of course) that you're a wee bit depressed these days...

[Jack...]

You mean it shows???? Thanks so much Marie.

[Pryde Foltz]

That's one dark forest, Jack.

[Jack...]

Yep, I know. Thanks my friend.

[Chris]

Damn, but that hurt Jack. Take care, Chris

[Jack...]

Thanks Chris.

[Laminators Dubai]

That was ripping jack...its such and so seriously done.

[Jack...]

Thank you Glitch for your kindness, always.

[Sami Khalil]

"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"

We live in a harsh world with pain , hurt , mud on our feet and under our feet . We are wounded humans indeed. This poem has a little realizations and rays of hope from your other writes...Bravo

[Jack...]

Thanks so much my friend.

[Sami Khalil]

My pleasure...Any time...:).........................

[redflutterby]

Oh Jack....do I need to come kick your butt?? If you don't write something half way funny or happy for me I'm going too. Sigh....this is just to dark for words. :-(

Do you want me to cry??

[Jack...]

No my friend, I don't want you to cry. That would make two of us. Thanks so much for your kind words though. When the clouds lift I will write something funny and happy just for you.