Red Droplets

As we fast forward in life

Event after event happens and we move on

But I have decided to use a knife

Just to let go, and never grab on

Some people say that it is wrong to trust it

But all I could say is that it was an escape

Whenever the red drops, I think 'what a masochist'

And you will too, if you see what I had made

The red cape blows, and the devil sings

For he now had caught me in his trap

Sadness is all that silver brings

When the crimson flows, he laughs and makes a loud clap

For he had made your head think red

To inflict pain upon yourself, so that you could blame you

Only you but not the one who led

You to think that this was your cue

Only one thing can stop the blood from flowing

You need a companion, one that will stand by you

No matter what is happening

And his pretty smile will be your clue

His hugs will be you handhold

In this fast-flowing river called life

His words will be all that is told

For a good friend will gladly trade himself with that knife

And he will always be with you, even from afar.

Reviews

[emmajoy]

'Some people say that it is wrong to trust ' - 'trust' is never wrong, tis the interpretation of the word that matters.

There's such a sadness in your words and yet, a kind of prayer for the other's spirit even though there's such an air of pain. Is so awful to read your mangled thoughts - even though so finely written. When memories crumble into a place where nothing touches any more, when you're left feeling wronged.. there's such an emptiness.. I know that feeling far too well. 'Pretty smiles' are nothing compared to sharing even when inconvenient..

I pray you feel more at home with yourself soon as is humanly possible. You're a dear soul with a sad, sad spirit for now..

[jesserose99]

a good friendship is a powerful thing, and especially if it teaches you to self love. usually they tell you to do it the other way around but in life self love doesn't always come before the need of support and love of another. a deep sorrowful pain that reverberates through the whole poem. even at the ending, knowing that one would need that to stop self punishment is a painful thing.

hopefully as the indigo girls song says 'love will come to you', whether these are words from your heart...as they feel so real and raw they simply must be, or whether this is a powerful work of fiction, I wish the same.