Description: I dont know how to describe it really...ive never cut myself..or attempted to..maybe this poem shows the reasoning behind why I dont..death is unkown and I wish to keep it that way...I really am ok with being scared for now
The Sun Will Rise -------------------------------------------
When I began to cut
where I wouldnt bleed out,
and fall where I wouldnt die.
It was to listen to the thoughts
that lie within time.
To experience the acts of desperation
that attempt to defy the inevitable.
The great adrenline rush as
the human body refused to except defeat.
Its the reason why you can fall
and get up by accident.
Its a proverbial high staring at death.
The only thing thats scaring me now
is that my cuts no longer inspire screams.
I wish no longer to peer through time
nor look beyond it.
Only to survive it waiting for the day
when the sight of my blood draws fear
and plants a frown on my face.
The day when the pain that I inflict on the outside
eclipses the pain that exists on the inside.
But time has grown short with me to the point where
I dont dream in the hopes that tomorrow isnt promised.
And i dare not to live in case the sun should rise again
because somehow I know the day the sun rises again
tears of memories will come to rest in a pool in my lap
and eternity will have moved on.
A pretty accurate account of such behaviour for someone who has not (thank God) ever tried it. I can tell you that it happens far too much, as I work in the E.R. at a hospital here, and it is very very sad to see. People have different ways of expressing inner pain and disappointments, and this is one of the most common. It apparently gives them relief for the moment. You have managed to create this pain with your choice of words and the method in which you used them. I like this work a lot, and hope you experiment some more in other areas too, you're a very perceptive individual and I will watch for more of your work. Luv cher
I would more accurately describe this as 'Prose/Dark'. And it is poetic prose at that. It has an ease of narrative that makes it seem like a journal entry, a soul-searching, a question which arrives at a hard truth.
I was a cutter when young. A psychiatrist once explained to me that: "You do it to let the pain out Ken." I don't think that it is necessarily an attempt/flirtation with death, so much as it is to 'let the pain out'....but at any rate, your observations are insightful.
Writing of something which you don't have first-hand knowlege of is contrary to my way of writing, but i think you did a fine job with this write.
Submission Name: The Sun Will Rise
