Relentlessly haunting me
Echoeing within the confines of my mind
Trying to eliviate the pressure
Cupping my ears with my palms
The pounding...why won't it cease?
Coupled with crazy thoughts, wicked memories
Thrashing upon the glacial tile
The desire for silence incombent
Death my only retort as the trenchant blade strikes my veins
Tears fall from my eyes, causing silken rivers upon my cheeks
Crimson spills from my vessel, flooding the underbelly of where this core shall expire
In a terminal daze, the choirs of shrilling noise subside.....
My life now...foreclosed
Surely you could not have experienced such hurt? If so, my heart, and shoulder go out to you. This poem is very heart breaking, but so well written. Not many people can take you to that place, right there where you can feel the blade slice your skin. You have much talent and a creative edge. All the more reason for me to read your writings.
I thought this was great. the metaphors and symbols i thought accurately described the sensation of death quite well. for some reason i felt the banshees didnt fit very well but over all...it was very clear and appeasing to the senses.
This was really good. I really like your work. you are a good writer. The end was great i loved how you find peace in the end. the discrption was good and the imagery i got from this piece was really really really good. i would use a bigger word but i can't spell to save my life. Keep up the good work. hope to hear from you.