Longing

by A Loser   Aug 1, 2007


My wrist is itching
Like it knows my thoughts
My true desire
To see it bleed
To feel the blood
Its warmth dripping down
Forming a pool in my palm (a pool of pain)
To watch it soak
Through the cloth
Held firmly against the wound
Because that's all it is
A wound
Formed out of hate
Hate for myself
And everyone who cares enough
To take action against me

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  • 16 years ago

    by your love is mine

    Wow this poem had very strong emotion really liked it=)

  • 16 years ago

    by Hidden1

    I love your word play once again. I like how you made pain come to life and how I can visualize it. I would have to say my favorite part is how the blood was soaked up in the cloth. To me it means that pains absorbs whatever it comes into contact with. Good Job.

  • 16 years ago

    by halie

    I love it i feel dat way right now me and my bf jus broke up :[

  • 16 years ago

    by a broken smile with a broken heart is a poets life

    Wow!! the pain in this poem flows like the blood in a wound. fine, scary, with strength...keep it up you're a great writter, but try to write poems that are happy. i you can. good job =)

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