Description: I'm not sure what to name this. I gave it the title it has because i figured people would be more inclined to read something titled that. I just wrote it and so any touches you think would be good or comments in general would be greatly appreciated
part of me has died -------------------------------------------
A part of me that I treasured
A piece of me deep inside
can now safely be measured
for that part of me has died
The debilitating infection
of which it suffered long
that torturous connection
Is now stopped and gone
For I carved out of my heart
the diseased tissue rotting
set aside that festering part
watching my blood clotting
numbed sensation with years
the dead piece I preserved
dried into mummification
I’ve cried out all my tears
Kind of gruesome. But just as you tell me your feelings you get from reading what I have posted, I shall tell you mine on yours.
From this piece I got that sort of gross feeling you get sometimes, you know when you feel like you have done something wrong and you just feel horrible but you are not quite sure exactly why or what, you have a vague recollection but thats about the extent of it. And you feel like your insides are being twisted and turned inside out but you just cant get out of it because something seems so terribly wrong.
It was kind of sickening but not just in the bloody sense but in a sad sense, that something happened which made you lose yourself but yet gain a sense of who you are now.
Off on a tangent, there was this recent play a few students put on in my school, it was a philosophical play with a whole band with music, a video and an entire cast. It was amazing, so simple but yet no one really seemed to understand it other then those inclined to really look deeper. What I got out of it was the message that for every death which seems so much like it will make a diffrence, like it will brighten up the world, it may brighten it for a short while but when that is gone there is nothing left but darkness. Thats the feeling that I got from this, that even though a piece has left and you feel so much that it should help, in the end it just hurts more with its gaping hole then it began with, for both parts that is.
Yeah, thats about all I had to say, I felt like I should atleast try to repay you for all the comments you have left me.
Thanks a ton.
Is this about love? It feels like it to me but I might wekll be up the wrong alley. I liked it. It has clear yet almost suppressed emotion. Short but telling I would say. Thanks for the read. The title - Part of me has died - seems apposite to me.
Donald
Submission Name: part of me has died
