Dead Letter


Over at dVerse, the prompt was to write a poem that is influenced by a certain time in your life that made you the poet you are today...



I never knew how
brightly blood could
shine until I saw it
leaking from your head
under the moonlight.


As it flowed onto the
coldness of the sidewalk,
I knew nothing in this life
would ever be the same again;


no more naiveté,

undisturbed sleep

or

safety.


The only things
to survive that night
were a giant lump 
of fear in my throat 
and tears burdened with 
so much anger and sadness, 
they didn't find their 
way to freedom till years 
later when I sat down to 

write

you a letter.



© 2014 abruvanamedsly



Dead


7 comments:

  1. damn.

    yeah. how long you carried that as well
    before letting it out
    on the paper.

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  2. My god.

    I'm not sure what to say. I am deeply sorry for your loss. The poem is well crafted, but that's besides the point, isn't it? I never expected to read something so deeply tragic and personal. This is powerful.

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  3. Tightly controlled and visceral in its intensity. Great write. Love the Blog title too.

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  4. this is deeply moving... i'm sorry for your loss and so glad you were able to channel it all by writing it down...

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  5. This is absolutely breaks my heart... what a loss, and how that experience was carried through the years... until released in poetry... and yes I can sympathize with how darkness can form your words. Me.. i have to read newspapers to get the darkness.

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  6. Incredible write man... writing has a mysterious power in it... Glad you found that to help u thru such tragedy. Thank you so much for joining us dude; it is greatly appreciated.

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  7. Oh.. this is so strong. I'm a little speechless. It feels so true. Said only the way a poem could say it, and it is sadly beautiful.

    Lila

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