My heart

A sea of blood and

 a river of pain are thriving within my heart.

Controlling the seas of the bloody tears that pour from my eyes

 and eliminate the fire's heat creating a new feeling of pain..

that which makes you cry,

 feels strength at the sight of your tears..

Passive be not your mind

 and dreams of your soul may prosper.

 

But only in time will your heart mend the wounds.

Never will the scars fade,

they will only disapate and spread for thousands of years.

 

Until your very end.

Reviews

[Subjective Sanity]

This part is very deep:

Passive be not your mind
and dreams of your soul may prosper.

This part touches me VERY personally:

But only in time will your heart mend the wounds.
Never will the scars fade,
they will only disapate and spread for thousands of years.

Until your very end.

I have to keep reminding myself that you are only 14. You have an old soul, my friend. That is something to treasure and I believe that when we can recognize that we can find the other half of it. I think your life will be full the kind of treasured experiences that all of us seek and few of us find. If you get a chance and feel like braving some philosophy, read Plato's Symposium. I think you will really relate to it. If you have any questions, just ask. It's one of my favorites. : )

[Erin Lee]

there's a lot of power in the image of pain and scars spreading for thousands of years. gives the poem a feeling of eternal life. i enjoyed this