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Bloodless
by Christopher ShinI bleed from a wound that
you could never comprehend or
see when you look at me.
The darkness in my eyes
swallows the light as I stare
blankly at the world around me.
Why is it that all hope seems
merely in the past?
Why is it that people callously
tell me that it gets better,
but only new wounds appear?
I really don't know if
you could understand the sadness.
I really don't know if the
world has any joy that I have
not yet felt or experienced.
I slump in the corner as I see
black wings sprout from my back.
I see people stare at me
as if to destroy this mistake.
I sometimes wish that the
world made more sense then
my ramblings as I cry out
to my creator about a world
that has been flaying my
skin.
I bleed from a wound that
is wrapped in the jagged
edges of love and former happiness.
I bleed from a wound
that is caused by people
all around me as I stand
alone. 08/26/2003 Posted on 08/26/2003
Copyright © 2024 Christopher Shin
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Rachelle Howe on 08/26/03 at 07:01 PM christopher, dah'ling... this piece is definitely a keeper. i think you could wrap it around your spine, and feed it to the masses. then again, there is some shallow apathy kept within the lines that could definitely be dug out with a spoon. that's a compliment. :) there is one line, "I really don't know if
you could understand the sadness?" that should probably be finished with a period... but... that's up to you. um... thoughts, thoughts, well, i'm wild with them, and surely will share on a more personal level. |
| Posted by Melinda Sordino on 08/27/03 at 04:04 AM i think that this piece is wonderful, wonderfully written with a million accurate observations and it touched me at a deeper level than most (not that i should be admitting that)... this piece is so good, i love it... the last stanza is my favorite, and sometimes we all have to stand alone i guess... |
| Posted by Rula Shin on 01/27/04 at 07:23 PM Just put a bandaid on it! Haha, just kidding of course. Chris this is really a great piece - you project your feelings so well here...all the suffering, the questions, the loneliness, the darkness - the speaker's disheartened tone pleading to be freed of the suffocating shadows...and the apathetic implication that these hovering shadows will never dissipate in his lifetime, "Why is it that people callously tell me that it gets better, but only new wounds appear?" Really awesome Chris! :-) |
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