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
damn.
ReplyDeleteyeah. how long you carried that as well
before letting it out
on the paper.
My god.
ReplyDeleteI'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.
Tightly controlled and visceral in its intensity. Great write. Love the Blog title too.
ReplyDeletethis is deeply moving... i'm sorry for your loss and so glad you were able to channel it all by writing it down...
ReplyDeleteThis 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.
ReplyDeleteIncredible 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.
ReplyDeleteOh.. 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.
ReplyDeleteLila