Ink & Blood

A night where I crawl into my own skin,
I reach out to comfort my eyes; but my hands are all shaken, those eyes are completely dried.
The tears are no longer on my skin, something is telling me those rivers are a feeling that’s flowing in my insides,
I can’t bear the sight, and I’m not even in sight.
A weak creature, all I have is my tears and my poetry to write, all I have is my pen, and the ink would turn to blood when the words escape this tired heart to find shelter in between those frights.
All I had is them, all I have is them.
My dignity and my pride.
History was written for them, so are the seven skies.
Endlessly a follower and a believer even in the afterlife.

Reviews

[Davidgeo]

This is good. It made me pretty f*****g feely, well done. I think you should use less words next time. That is all.

[Seren]

Thank you for your review David!
I appreciate your suggestion to be more concise in my writing.
Will take notes on that! :)

[emmajoygreen]

Your poem is more than sad. So wish I could somehow physically help you than just leave your letters.

Yet, can you see how finely and logically worded the above is? It shows enormous spiritual strength. HEROINE you, managing to survive in the way you are. I know, for sure, you'll soon be free to carry on. Be kind to yourself, dear friend - go slowly and surely because but you ARE going to succeed and win.

[Seren]

Dearest emma,
It is always so warm to hear from you :) your message means a lot to me, thank you for your kind and encouraging words, and reminding me to be kind to myself and go slowly but surely!

I am always grateful for having a wonderful friend like you through and through! Love and hugs :))

[primavera]

Wow, I can totally feel your emotions in this small poem. Very well written! I hope that you have a great day and keep on writing! You definitely have a great skill & talent!

[Seren]

Thank you primavera!
Means a lot you felt the emotions, I really appreciate it! :)