Blood Soaked

- being the ugly, being the lose end, sore loser... dark poetry

Blood soaked hands in the land where I am forgotten

-   The ugly amongst the fallen.

I am the coward amongst the monster.

My plea for strength didn’t matter,

For every challenge I get weaker.

More scared than I was, so I hide fast.

 

As I flee, never did I enjoy any glee.

Freedom is not free.

In this land I bleed with my creed.

Stupid me!

 

Yet I don’t mind, I am just one of the foolish kind.

Author's Note

a bit of wordplay with hidden meaning.
Perhaps the hidden meaning on this is my past bad experienced.

credits to the photo goes to:
manuelestheim
week 8 On surviving

Reviews

[KAin]

This is an impressive piece of writing.

It breeds a dozen interpretations, as well as curiosity to your true intent and what this experience was that you've alluded to.
What I gathered from it is the need to live a life of meaning, only to have it denied again and again by life itself, by those around us. Remembering that we can be strong, that we have power on our own can sometimes be a very difficult thing... particularly when faced with the endless grinding sensation of the passing of days - when holding on to things of value becomes harder to do, merely by the act of living in a depraved world.

"Freedom is not free" - indeed, the things worth fighting for always have a price... sometimes requiring a darkening of one's own soul.

This poem reminds me of the quote:

"The world breaks everyone and afterward many are strong in the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry."
-Ernest Hemingway, "A Farewell to Arms"

The last line -though tinged a little with the colours of despair -speaks regardless of a determination to keep on being what you are, an admirable decision.

Keep up the good work, Pax

[Devanshu Rajput]

fIRSTLY, I liked the inner rhyme, that you have employed. But, the image is very cruel, rather disturbing(I read the poem, keeping it hidden from my page,lol).

A dark poem.

A nice, yet horrible poem.

Keep up good work, my friend.

Devanshu

[audrie]

I think this describes life very well - possibly about someone who has had a hard life - I get the feeling that you have had a hard life - I hope you don't take that the wrong way, I mean it with the greatest sincerity

[RJ]

I'll have to agree with Landred in saying that this piece is impressive and it speaks to me personally on lot of levels. Illuminating the fact that sometimes our failings do not make us better or stronger is a refreshing if not somber outlook on things.

[Rachelle]

We all have to give something up in order to get something. Have you ever watched or read the script of "Sa Kaharian ng Araw" by Onofre Pagsanjan? (I don't know if it is known beyond the walls of Ateneo.) This reminds me of the play.
Take care and be strong, Kuya. God bless!

[Pax]

I am not familiar with it, segoro di yan nakarating sa amin, layo ko kaya, mindanao.. :D
Salamat nang marami, Rach.... I will, and you must too, :)

[Darkimmortal]

Wow!
There are so many ways that this poem can be interpreted, I would never be able to comment on all of them even if I tried!
The one that stands out to me the most however, is someone that stepped into a battle that they were not ready for and they were killed because of it. This may not be the meaning that you were after but that is what I was getting.
The most effective poems have multiple ways to understand them, so you hit the nail right on the head. AWESOME!!

[Tai Ryens]

Hmn..
From this, I envision a youth working tremendously hard against an opposing, superior (in terms of strength, at least) power, only to be frightened off into a loneliness that truly makes him regret his actions, briefly referring to the actions as foolish. Why foolish? Foolish, as in it was a bad idea from the start? Or as in you were not sufficiently prepared?

[Vampaslick]

Wow, absolutely stunning, Flows well, Amazing hidden meaning, and oh the last line! Some people say you can judge a poem by its last line, i dont know if i agree or not, but regardless, this poem is top in all ways.
Also really relatable, just altogether wonderful

[Meraki]

Yet I don't mind, I am just one of the foolish kind.

That has to be my favorite line. Because despite all the dark things that have happened or are happening, you or well the narrator continue on. They call fools geniuses, true to yourself no matter the bad because there's no other choice.

[BlackRose]

Love it! Powerful darkness eludes, but is all put together very well. The rhyme works equally as well. As always keep the fab writes going. :o)