A Cut In My Soul

by Marcus   Apr 21, 2007

Her day was bad. Terrible, horrible
Rebuked by her parents. Disowned, orphaned
Separated from love. Banished, forbidden
So she turns to the razor.

300 miles away I stagger. Terrified, horrified
And watch the blood spread. Gutted, torn asunder
My body is fine. Complete, unmarred
But my soul is wounded. Dismembered, destroyed
So I grab for the pieces.

They slide through my hands. Slipping, falling
To shatter on the floor. Inescapable, irretrievable
I kneel before them. Desperate, frantic
Gathering my dying heart.

She doesn't know. She can't, how could she?
I didn't know either. Shocked, appalled
Her arm, my soul. They match, they mingle
When she cuts, I bleed longer.


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Latest Comments

  • 12 years ago

    by GretaInsideOut

    Oh my, certainly an amazing poem. Beautiful flow, a joy to read. It told a touching story from the heart.
    Well done,

  • 13 years ago

    by Tiffany Nichole

    Wow i like this poem good work!!

  • 13 years ago

    by lizzle

    Great poem!alot of emotion and great vocab!!!!!!!!5/5

  • 13 years ago

    by XSugarSexSuicideX

    The cutting was just a figure of speech, but I can see how that would...hurt you. I'm sorry. I was just kinda pissed on Thursday, and I chose to show that. But hey, I have to ask...if your blood flows when I cut, then does your heart soar as high as mine does when I think of you?


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