Stripped

Stripped

 

 

Laid on the alter of love,

my passion spent, my heart shattered.

 

Trying to cover my cold bleeding body in a blanket that is worn and tattered.

The cruel wind cuts at the wounds left by fate that destined us to be apart.

 

The emptiness inside of me cries sounds that no one will ever hear.

My wrists raw from the bonds that held me prisoner from your heart.

 

My heart refusing to beat,

it can no longer stand the pain.

 

I shut my eyes and welcome the darkness,

that will consume me.

 

I am not even worth fates time to torture my heart,

my soul can no longer bleed a single drop.

 

I fade into nothingness like a dark cruel mist,

welcoming the emptiness that awaits.

 

Author's Note

Just a poem that wrote itself.

Reviews

[s y e]

This is really sad and kinda depressing, Ron... I am hoping this is not how you feel because then we would need to have a party here at WC to cheer you up.

Very sad indeed.

[ron]

No Sye this is not how I feel now. Thank you. Party...hmm that might be fun...;)

[Spacecadet]

"The emptiness inside of me cries sounds that no one will ever hear.
My wrists raw from the bonds that held me prisoner from your heart."

I absolutely love these lines. This poem is so well worded and powerful, Ron.

[ron]

Thank you Spacecadet. You are very kind.

[Vidya Bacchus]

This is a very sad poem that wrote itself.I hope you do not actually feel this way.

[ron]

Thank you Vidya. Sometimes I do but not at that level.

[Vidya Bacchus]

Well I guess we all feel like hell sometimes but we can't let ourselves spiral out of control right.

[ron]

No we can't Vidya.