Battle Scars

Rivulets of red,

Like tears from crying veins,

Seek freedom from my charred black heart,

My life leaves crimson stains.

 

A kindled fire that once drew close

Our bodies, curled as one,

Now funeral flame lies twixt our souls,

The heat-death of our sun.

 

Smiles and joy lost between scars,

The signature of our war,

Your bayonet lips, your machine-gun mouth,

This dead man loves no more.

 

Reviews

[Michelle N. H.]

"Smiles and joy lost between scars, the signature of our war. Your bayonet lips, your machine-gun mouth, this dead man loves no more." So dramatic, the closing stage of a love that once was great and untainted without doubt can be brutal, with vicious words firing at one another like bullets meant to kill. Very striking indeed, it's brill.

[Matt Sayer]

Thank you for your incredibly kind words Michelle :)

[Michelle N. H.]

No worries, Matt :)

[MOON]

Beautifully conveyed the death of love and its scars.

[Matt Sayer]

Thank you very much! :)

[Nicole Williams]

You have a way with words, Mr. Sayer and its beautiful,
this is haunting, and deep, with raw emotion.
a very great read and thank you so much for sharing.

[Matt Sayer]

And thank you so much for your lovely words, Kora! :)

[Neville]

There are some great words here, some of which I would have been proud to have penned myself... N

[Matt Sayer]

Thank you Neville :)

[Neville]

Pleasure. N

[Quill~]

A gripping heartache described to perfection.
To experience love and loss like this is painful, but not as painful as having to let go.
Well written.

Quill~

[Matt Sayer]

Thank you Quill! Recognising that our past defines us only if we allow it to is an arduous, but necessary step in recovery. :)

[Quill~]

:) I agree, and you're very welcome.

[Ruth]

Clever :)
Well voiced and felt...
Pleased to meet you :) x

[Matt Sayer]

Thank you very much! And pleased to meet you too :)

[Winter Renee Vineyard]

That's deep......I love it!

[Matt Sayer]

Thank you Renee :)

[Dom]

Excellent. Emotional and moving, I think it's great

[Matt Sayer]

Thanks Daniel! :)

[Justine]

I love this poem. It has a strength of anger, angst and bitterness to it, expressed in perfect simile and metaphor throughout. That second stanza is superb in it's entirety, and I think the line "your bayonet lips, your machine-gun mouth" is a gut buster. The death of a relationship, vividly described. Justine

[Matt Sayer]

Your compliments render me practically speechless. Thank you so very, very much Justine. :)

[Eddie Davis]

Wow, a powerful poem, you feel the bitterness and pain. Good job.

[Matt Sayer]

Thank you :)