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the struggle between inner and outer self
by Ava BluI am a torn page in the bible,
somewhere in Jeremiah
where there is talk of having a wicked heart;
I am nestled between the pages,
stuck within a nightmare I’ve blamed others for starting
hellfire and brimstone,
the end is near
and I seem to be running towards
the purple sky
I am unwilling to compromise the very convictions
that are chomping on my soul
the scene shows blood where there are no wounds
and flesh where there was never any bone
you look at me as if saving is on the menu,
but we know I am well past the stop signs now
one last goodbye,
one last parade
for the dying
you will see me again one day,
I will become Old Yeller reincarnated
and you will not have the heart
to kill me again.
02/11/2009 Author's Note: "The heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately wicked: who can know it?"
- Jeremiah 17:9
Posted on 02/11/2009
Copyright © 2026 Ava Blu
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 02/11/09 at 05:53 PM I like how the anger almost seems to fade in this. It starts off with a fury, and then kind of fades off as the anger seems to leave your voice in this. The imagery helps that tremendously.
In any case, I really enjoyed this. |
| Posted by Nanette Bellman on 02/11/09 at 05:59 PM i love the title and the author's note. there's truth in this, even though some of us would rather not admit it. |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 02/11/09 at 11:00 PM ...for all that Gabe said and Nanette, i say ibid, op cit, ergo and and yeaaaahh, well said. and you colored within the lines[of validity of argument.] |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 02/13/09 at 03:30 AM I really like the way you express yourself here, and in its ultimate reflection of the title. |
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