Open Poetry #36 |
Written in a Moment of Regret |
majnu
since 2002-10-13
Posts 1088SF Bay Area |
FL 1 Would that my mind's eye were blind! I can still see her tear streaked face. My head hard against a corner, no amount of Blood can erase the memory of her pain. Wise posturing, spear's point sharpened and Poison tipped unknowingly yet responsibility Remains a ribbed arrow burrowing into my heart. With worthless words and petty sorrow I seek to Expunge myself of guilt's painful parasites. Oh ye Furies whip me raw! Reduce me to a Quivering pile of flesh, maggot meat, no less! Ha! You are cruel and knowing! No respite, Huis Clos! Ou est le bourreau! He is here inside, my knowing self, my life! |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
I have read that Hell is judgement on the self... If that is so, you describe it well. thanks for the think |
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littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York |
echoing the above, she is right and this literally left me speechless for the blood on my own hands cannot even begin to tint your own. |
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Startime55 Member Elite
since 2003-04-05
Posts 2148Alberta, Canada |
WOW!!! Raw pain and severe self judgement screams from these words...My heart goes out to you...*big hugs* |
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