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 :)

[Chris Rampersad]

Very nice poem dude. Keep it up :)

[Matt Sayer]

Thanks! :)

[Quoting Ravens]

I adore the word choice. It flows beautifully.

[Matt Sayer]

Thank you :)

[Bob Sherunkle]

Matt,that was stunning,true sadness and beauty.

[Matt Sayer]

Thank you so much Bob :)

[Lyn Anderson]

Powerful, stark, and dramatic imagery. Great flow, timing, and word usage.

[Matt Sayer]

:) Thank you very much

[Laura Harrison]

This is a phenomenal piece of work! I enjoyed reading it :)

[Matt Sayer]

Thank you!

[Aarea]

Oh my goodness, what a powerful, beautiful poem! This is incredible writing and wonderful detail! Amazing work!

[Matt Sayer]

Thank you so much :)