Hatred
I Confess that I dreamed you down on your knees,
with blood of tears in your hands,
begging pardon.
You were dragging your pride of insect,
and your upset lips were stuttering
all kinds of pain.
I did not let you recover.
The request of your words
was doing echo in my empty heart.
And one by one,
the drops of your eyes were lashes in your soul
and prizes in mine.
You will dry your own weeping some day
with the same hands
that touched another skin.
And I will be who grows more...
with blood of tears in your hands,
begging pardon.
You were dragging your pride of insect,
and your upset lips were stuttering
all kinds of pain.
I did not let you recover.
The request of your words
was doing echo in my empty heart.
And one by one,
the drops of your eyes were lashes in your soul
and prizes in mine.
You will dry your own weeping some day
with the same hands
that touched another skin.
And I will be who grows more...
posted by Irarrazabal at 9:11 PM
2 Comments:
This is a powerful piece, dark but so emotional. The pain you express is made real with the words and images you use.
I hope you find some healing, some joy.
how can a person like this find healing when they write with such hatred. Their soul needs hatred, so they can feel sorry for themselves, and post blogs that will make them feel even worse about life.
No happy blogs, no positive blog means someone with a troubled mind in life and reflects someone that has some major problems inside of their soul.
There is a whole world outside. why not get out in and write about it. Hatred is so limited in thinking
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