Blood Cold

Somethings can be said with very few words...

Blackened soul... Dark, as the dead of night Crystal shards... Red, blood as it drains life Deadly love... Young, once long before it died Whispered breath... Cold, a death she can't deny

Reviews

[Ayesha Faiz]

Your poem feels like a meditation on the fragile line between love and death.
The images darkness, blood, cold breath capture how beauty and pain can exist together, almost feeding each other.
It suggests that even the deepest love can fade or be destroyed, yet its shadow lingers like a whisper we can’t escape.
In a way, it’s about how life’s most intense emotions often carry both creation and destruction in the same heartbeat. But I'm sure there's a deeper meaning hidden there though.
You really did manage to say alot even with just a few words.
Bravo!

[LynGeist]

Your comments are written so beautifully, they are a poetic read themselves. You have a very intuitive spirit and i like that when you read something, you put yourself there, in the moment, in the scene, and listen to what it tells you. That is a rare ability. Most people see the words and know what they mean. They have no idea how to feel or hear what is implied. you are very good at that.

And nope, no deeper meaning. You put my meaning into words better than I could have. lol Thanks

[Ayesha Faiz]

You're warmly welcome dear friend.
:)