Ripping at the Hole

by Bill Turner   Sep 28, 2006


Anger blowing in the wind
Blood stained hands clawing the sky
Wishing I could rescind
Extinguishing that painful cry

Breeze of last breath lost
Blending with the clouds of my life
Problem solved at what cost?
Soul clenching demonic strife

These are the memories that cling to me
Stuck like so much shit upon my shoe
Anger...the demon I cannot flee
Rotting me...through and through

Dark deeds done...darker commands given
Forever staining my eternal soul
Suffocating my reasons for livin'
Ripping and tearing at the hole

My chest was once there
Demons not leaving me be
Tearing my flesh with a flair
Taking my heart from me

Blackness all that is left
A divide within my will
A chasm, a giant cleft
Listen...no beat...still

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  • 16 years ago

    by hani

    Very nice and beautiful

  • 17 years ago

    by Cindy

    Alot of deep feelings of pain in this poem. The way you have written this brings me right into what you are feeling. Excellent writing! Take Care Cindy

  • 17 years ago

    by PS

    Omg this is amazing! the rhyming is so natural and it reminds me of the puritans. that might be because ive been studying the puritans but anyway. its easy to see the pain and the way that the lines are phrased are incredible. excellant job.

  • 17 years ago

    by HOLLYWOODxBANGBANG

    Wow, that was so powerful. It was filled with emotion and your descriptions painted a vivid picture in my mind. Keep it up! 5/5 =]

    -Jenna.

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