Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
karen-christianPoems
Blades of sharpest steel pierce me Until my soul is numbed By man and natures cures I see not around me Those also torn and broken Within their watchful despair. I see not that if I were observing The destructive writhing agony Of those who hold my heart I too would be more broken Than even now in my careless Wasteful destruction. I see not that I wrench the heart from my loved ones, With my blind endeavors to **** my pain, In my struggle for survival. I see not that I would move heaven and earth To mend their pain If I were the observer. Numbed within my cave I see nothing but cold, Lonely despair And darkness.
0
Oct 21, 2009
Oct 21, 2009 at 12:58 AM UTC
Blades of sharpest steel
Blades of sharpest steel pierce me Until my soul is numbed By man and natures cures I see not around me Those also torn and broken Within their watchful despair. I see not that if I were observing The destructive writhing agony Of those who hold my heart I too would be more broken Than even now in my careless Wasteful destruction. I see not that I wrench the heart from my loved ones, With my blind endeavors to **** my pain, In my struggle for survival. I see not that I would move heaven and earth To mend their pain If I were the observer. Numbed within my cave I see nothing but cold, Lonely despair And darkness.
Written by
karen-christian
Oct 21, 2009
Oct 21, 2009 at 12:58 AM UTC
Request permission to use this poem