Home, resting place of my soul
Exiled from you, in frigid cold
Alll I will give, to be with you again
Lest I, poor mortal, be driven insane
I screamed in agony, in longing, in love
Heart torn to half, I would deserve
Blinded myself, today, I do
Wondering if you long for me too
Drew a circle of blood and bones
Slit my wrists, these hands I honed
With mine ears, could hear your voice
What do I had, no other choice
I drank these bitter tears
Engulfted and torn in fear
See you not, my lovely home
Would I just die here, alone?
In the end, I bid farewell
Your warmth, I still can tell
Feeling weak, I close my eyes
My hearth, my home... goodbye.
Submitted: November 01, 2016
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this poem reminds me such much of one of my friends that i want to remember due to your word choice. amazing work!!
Mon, December 19th, 2016 2:42amI must say that I can relate to this.It reminds me of a dark stage in my life that I was recently in.. This is remarkable..... I can truly feel the pain.
Wed, May 10th, 2017 4:38am
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A sincere thank you for this feedback, Stokesboy. I'm glad that I was able to relate to your feelings through this poem. Sometime ago I used to be having these kinds of feelings too, and I can say that they really have inspired dark thoughts and emotions within me. Through the support of those around me have I conquer this fear and emerge even stronger than before. I hope that you will be able to find the ray of light at the end of the dark tunnel too! :)
Wed, May 10th, 2017 4:03amdark and broody the way poetry should be. that light and flowery stuff makes me want to slit my wrists. I loved your poem.
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jmurch
The poems you write are filled with dark pain. It continues to remind me of my old poetic buddy on here, Ian Dawn. He was great at painting his feelings dark, but you left knowing that he had created a release for both himself and the reader simply by his choices of words. You are matching him pound for pound. I have learned a bit about different poets on this site through my years on here. There are categories many can fit in. Few express feelings mixed with passion in a dark twist, however. You are one of two that pulls this off. You take your reader directly to your feelings. You enable us to feel with you. Awesome piece my friend of the pen. Your words speak pain, but I see a great soul peeking out from underneath the layers of words.
Wed, December 7th, 2016 4:18pmAuthor
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Here I am again, spell-bounded by your fantastic comments, jmurch! I am beyond elated and proud by the comparison made between the esteemed writer you had mentioned and me. Although I do not claim to be that talented or skillful, your words had given me the satisfaction and encouragement that I dearly need to continue forward on this journey. I thank you again, my fellow friend of the pen. It had been a totally wonderful opportunity that I get to befriended such a talented, sincere, and eloquent friend such as you.
Wed, December 7th, 2016 6:17pm