Shed Of Blood

I cut myself last night

Until my soul bled

I wanted to cry

But no tears would shed,

What is left of me I'm not sure

And I don't even

Care for a cure,

So much flesh did I shed

I sure as hell wish I was dead.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Direct and honest words. When there is no blood left. What do we become? The strong description made the poem come alive. Always good to read your poetry. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Tarry Franck]

Always good to read your point of view. Thank you Coyote

[Michael G. Smith]

Hate these moments in our lives when we hit our lowest points.

[Tarry Franck]

So do I. Thank you Michael

[SonOfPlunder]

This is very deep, you are definitely bearing your soul with this piece. And the human body and mind can only be so resilient, before enough is enough. Very stark work, but very true

[Tarry Franck]

Thank you very much and yes I did bare my soul on this one. I was in a very dark place at the time.

[A. Amos]

This is poignant, deep and profound...hope everything is fine with you...

[Tarry Franck]

Thank you A. Amos. I'm doing much better now. Escaping for the weekend and it's going to be great. With my niece, Kelsey. Going to a camp that my sister owns on a lake. So we will be going for boat rides and a Jazz Fest. Look out world - here we come lol

[A. Amos]

that is better enjoy yourself be happy

[Tarry Franck]

Thank you

[A. Amos]

You're most welcome my friend

[Sami Khalil]

Wow. That is extreme. I hope things get better. Good write...:)......

[Tarry Franck]

Thank you Sami

[Sami Khalil]

You arewelcome...:)..........

[00000000000000000000000..]

Now this is very deep! Wow you went all the way dint you? Awesome Tarry:)