The Beautiful Blade

The Beautiful Blade

A Poem by MoE

Salty tears ran down my face as my thoughts raced
thinking about whenever he hits me,
how his arm draws back then lunges forward repetitively
hitting my skin & leaving marks all over my body.
When he leaves I crawl back to my corner & cry
but that doesn't make me feel better.
It never makes me feel better.
I want something to take those horrible feelings away.
I want to forget if only for a moment.
There is only one thing that helps me.
I look around with my cheeks soaked.
I rummage around in my drawer
looking for something that is a silver and sharp.
When I find that beautiful blade and I hold it in my hands,
it makes me smile and not think about what happened.
The only thing going through my mind is want,
want for that beautiful blade to slide across my skin.
It seems to make a sound while it cuts,
like its humming an enticing little song.
Then when you hear the song you see the most wonderful thing,
liquid escaping from under your skin.
My heart skips a beat every time I see that deep, red, blood glistening
and dripping down my wrists and onto the floor.
It soon over whelms me and I drift off to a wonderful place,
where there is no people being abused by their parents,
no sorrow, no pain, no back stabbing friends, and no death.
When I saw my mom there, I smiled & cried tears of joy.
I haven't saw her since she died four years ago.
She was wearing a unique smile that could only mean one thing.
When she held out her small, ivory hand for me to take,
I felt as if I would never be hurt again,
i felt safe.
As we began walking into the light
I stopped & I looked back at my limp body.
My dad was holding me in his arms trying to keep me awake
I was pail & still with my green eyes half open.
Tears ran down his face as he tried to stop me from bleeding.
Yes, he hurt me but he doesn't diverse this.
I wanted him to know how happy I was to leave,
I wanted him to know i will be okay.
 With my last breath I said "Daddy, I'm okay,
 the beautiful blade saved me"

© 2012 MoE


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Not bad, but the emotion was a little forced. Still good.

Posted 11 Years Ago


I don't know how to feel with the ending
but it really hurts I guess for a parent to loose a child
and your choice of letting go of life is a weakness
this has a very good imagery
sorry for the late review
=]

Posted 12 Years Ago



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Added on February 4, 2012
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