Eluded, our mind’s become, while we lick our wounds of past regrets, replaying painful scenes of misery over and over again, until we successfully relive it, one more time, finding a sick sense of comfort in it. Comfort in a false illusion that we are, what they made us, because of their cruelty and unthinkable ways, we are trapped inside what we are today, unable to break free from wounds that are unable to heal, wounds fresh and raw still. Raw from our constant unthinkable act of tearing back the new flesh trying so hard to rebuild upon a constant oozing wound made fresh again, over and over again, by no other than oneself, trapped in an eluded thought, wounded, rawunable to heal! Raw by choice, raw by our twisted ways!
This piece was very emotional and that is obvious in it's vocabulary. But I feel the subject of the poetry does not necessitate run-on sentences. It feels like it needs audible breaks that are not conveyed well with the punctuation. Try splitting up these sentences into lines, making it easier to read and still maintaining that strong sense of emotion.
Posted 12 Years Ago
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12 Years Ago
first attempt at a prose. I will work on it. Thank you;)
There is some serious "voice" in this. -A testament to past-present connectives, almost existential - "tearing back the new flesh"...imagery, powerful. Wow.
Emotionally and powerfully written piece. The image adds to and works extremely well with the writing. Why do we constantly go back to pains and wounds that would heal if we would not reopen them over and over? You have said it well here, the things that have happened to us happen, but often we are the reason they will not heal. There is a need to acknowlege them, cleanse them, treat them, but it seems like just as they are gettting better, often we just have to gnash at them and start the process over.
Loved it!. It was scary how much this poem made sense to me. Made me realise i have some unresolved raw issues of my own. I love poetry that makes me think. Love the title. Great write. Thanks x:)
Melody, a perfect title for this most truthfully tragic work of art. Always love your work!
Posted 12 Years Ago
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12 Years Ago
Thank you! As I get better (soon I hope) I will get to have the time, concentration and ability to r.. read moreThank you! As I get better (soon I hope) I will get to have the time, concentration and ability to read your work as well as everyone that took the time to read mine.
Raw is the perfect name for this- it cuts to the bone and exposes the underside of the fragile skin we like to hide behind....yes, we must heal, from what has been done to us and even from our self-inflicting pain... . sometimes we can forgive others, but not extend the same grace to ourselves.
really ..you are leaving me without any words to appreciate your so heart touching verses with us.......the way you have put the emotions in it is just unexceptionably great .......can't resist myself fro, reading it again and again......the repetition of the words.";wounds" and "raw"....really made the it haunted by those miserable feelings........Hats off to you for your awesome work.i've shelved it in my library as my favorite.......i thank you from the bottom of my heart for sharing such a sublime piece of writing......
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