Sharp Relief

Blind panic or deep misery....................................................

Sharp Relief

Let the clarity

of the Gillette

razor score my flesh,

as I retreat from this

brutal pain.

The quick, deep, slashing shock

may reawaken me

as I slit my own flesh;

my life blood oozing

from open wounds.

Slowly,

I slip away,

into that quiet sanctuary,

where there are no

nagging, doubtful voices.

And I reach gratefully,

peaceful at last,

for the safety and warmth,

of my final breath. 

21/02/17

Reviews

[DIVYA]

Ohhhh...Does one have to do this to escape the brutal agony of spiritual pain? I guess, there are many unfortunate souls who are so deeply afflicted. You express their pain so profoundly here. This poem was hair raising for me, John.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you Divya; much appreciated.

[DIVYA]

You are most welcome John...

[micky]

Short but powerful...I liked this piece

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you Micky.

[micky]

Your welcome 😊