Blissfully Hurting

Memories are refreshed

And blood rushes-  

It stings like  

A citric drop on an open wound.   

Once again I'm crippled,  

Hopeless and helpless;  

Blissfully hurting-  

As you point a gun down my throat.   

You pull the trigger  

And I give in yet again.  

Why does life permit 

Such cruelty,  

Such bliss,  

Such stupidity?

Reviews

[J. Alexis Balaguer]

The linearity of your poem is clever.
It shows how the emotions stay unstably constant towards the bitter end.

Keep it up rachielle.

Punishment