The True Story of a Lost Soul

By onlyme

Mon, 25 Apr 2011
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Another grey day
Color all the days this way
The sin of having too little faith
Will forever be my downfall
No yellow in my world
Only a red as blistering as the river of blood
Flowing freely from my wrists
This pain blinds
I crave the undeniable freedom of open air
This cage is unbecoming
The wild fire rages around me
I am an island in this sea of hurt
My saving grace is in the lies I weave
In the storms I have weathered
The silent rain that endlessly falls
Drenching my body in waves of crimson
This pain blinds
Unintelligible words murmured in the night
A desire for something I have never known
The inescapable feeling of being ordinary
Yet different
This pain blinds.

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Submitted by Highhat on
This is about a person wracked with pain. This you portray very clearly. I hope it is not too close to home? keep truckin' ;)Pia

Submitted by onlyme on
No worries :) this poem was written in 2003 so it is not current. As I have explained to countless worried parents, teachers, counselors: I consider most of my poetry to depict a snapshot of an emotion or feeling, amplified and embellished. So I may have felt some or all the things in this poem but it may have been just for a moment or one day, then it is as though I took a picture of that feeling, zoomed in, and wrote about it.