Blood
I lie here broken, drenched in blood,
My life in pools, my soul a flood,
My heart is now my enemy,
With every beat, it's leaving me.
It hurts to breathe, it hurts to cry,
My heart is open to the sky,
Emptying my ruined shell,
Each beat, eternity in hell.
I pray for death, I want release,
To sleep for ever, rest in peace,
But drowning in my blood I stay,
I want release, for death I pray.
Blood as black as night emerges,
My heart my broken body purges,
I feel my life returning, healing,
With all the tragedy of feeling.
Thanks YV, the more I look at it the less I want to change it. I'll keep thinking of new ones just incase though.
It's a knife, I have a few with it a little more in focus but I felt it was a little OTT.
hi,
sorry i missed your first post - very curvy and a nice intrepretion of the theme, maybe a different BG and the giraffe may have popped out more; just a thought.
poems/poetry.
I like this, very moving, very original, and as squawk has already mentioned the knife a little OOF, other than that it is good image.
please do not take this the wrong way - "do you want to talk".
but for me it wasn't about the perfect photo this week. More in keeping with the feel of the poem.
Ahem... we're on week 7 now.