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

[Belle]

We are all foolish at some points in our life, perhaps it just tell that the sane and the absurd in us lie side by side and to the question of which side do we allow to prevail, is a matter of choice, freedom anyway is not detachment from anything, rather making a choice and the readiness to bear the consequences of the choice made.

[Baby Ricochet]

Wow Mr Pax. This one has some power. Outstanding work sir

[Marie]

I wouldn't say you were foolish...freedom really is not free...

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

Forever clawing our way up. It is those of us who live at the bottom that are the strongest...even when it seems we are not.It is through our struggles that we overcome our fears and when we are able to see the light we will be set free. We are warriors and never let anyone disguise you as monster...for behind that mask you are the most beautiful, amazing, powerful creature. rising like a phoenix with every word, hardship, or sorrow...I'll stand back outta breath watching you soar through the horizon one day...and I'll say he is my friend:)

[Renée]

bad experiences do tear us up inside… the angst within the piece is tortuous ..
as far as word play.. well the an ee in reminds me of the wizard of oz.. when Dorothy calls for Auntie Em
that is what I hear..a crying out for home…..