Itchy Wrists

by Good Enough   Mar 5, 2012


The dripping of my heart painfully
Leaking through my chest in agony
A whisper crying for simple mercy
Screams louder.. and louder in terror

Intensity of an urge cradled deep within
Crawls just under the skin again
And an itch perceived as pleasure
Climbs down and inches to my wrists

A development of enjoyment
Sneaks through the sheer disappointment
Of letting go of what once was strong will
Now lays like broken glass on concrete

And I begin to itch these itchy wrists
Until the pain of annoyance is driven away
And I am able to cradle my self will again
To hold my ground as who I am

The pain is a waterfall that climbs down
A steep, rocky, weathered path
Engulfing everything that is in its way
Chasing the demons back to the closet again

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  • 9 years ago

    by cassie hughes

    Sad and painful with such wonderful imagery. A very impressive piece of writing.

  • 9 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Ashley

    This is excellently written - it left me....itching my wrists!
    All the very best
    Ben

  • 13 years ago

    by Tara Kay

    Ashley, it is the sadness here that really pains me, and the emotion that grasps my heart and pulls at my strings...

    I can understand this poem and understand the feelings that you penned, it breaks my heart to read your pain and I just hope that you can one day let go of it and find a healthier way of coping ...

    love always
    x

  • 13 years ago

    by Fear2love

    Your imaginary is so impressive
    Something so sad so beautifully illustrated

  • 13 years ago

    by Yrem Crish

    Good choice of words and the imagery is nice, too. Though this poem is about suicidal...but your words conveys what the feeling and the emotion of the persona. Good rhymes and thoughts. Great work:))
    5/5

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