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The Smallest Scratch (Always Get Infected)
by Jersey D GibsonYou've done it,
gotten under my skin.
The cut was so slight,
I barely bled.
It's been some time,
it hasn't healed over.
Scratching away,
just making it worse.
Five and two have passed,
the wound's looking black.
The scab won't fall off,
it's there for all to see.
It's going septic,
leaking into my veins.
Discolor my skin,
you make me feel ill.
Every remedy I know,
hasn't the strength.
There is no pennicilin,
for what you've done to me.
It's gone infected,
can't you see the vile spread?
It's reaching my heart,
it's gonna strike me dead.
Time has passed,
I've lost my right arm.
Everyone is confused,
about how I feel.
No will to fight,
it's draining me dry.
Leeched me out,
sucked my soul away.
The illness has won,
I've lost the war.
Are you happy now,
now that you've killed my heart?
04/02/2006
Author's Note: The painful feeling of the death of a relationship
Posted on 04/02/2006
Copyright © 2024 Jersey D Gibson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 04/03/06 at 02:10 AM Well worded concept...metaphor...analogy. |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 04/03/06 at 03:08 AM Heartbreaking, this...pain. Brilliantly written poem...I can feel every word. |
| Posted by Christel Crews on 04/03/06 at 11:06 PM the pain cuts straight through you... but one day, you will awake and it won't hurt as much and finally, one day, you'll notice the scab is gone... the problem is that it takes so much time!!! |
| Posted by Karl Waldbauer on 04/05/06 at 05:01 AM Excellent analogy here, the painful festering wound left by a relationship gone sour. I also very much like the concise construction. |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 04/06/06 at 05:04 PM You have described the death of a relationship so well. A sore that festers until it finally sucks out your life's blood. Excellent poem; very real! |
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