Poem -
Stitches of Bloody Needles
Sworn to escape the evils of my soul
Though her cries echo in my mind, while I lust for revenge
The burning smell of the witches fire melting her memory
To torch my own empty heart now stitche in bloody needles
As I too am immortal, and the earth shall shake a quake none as great
And the crevices of the earth shall grow teeth of death
As the tree roots wrap around the desparate feetÂ
As they scream for mercy, they are swallowed into a sinkhole of hot lavaÂ
Burning red coals of fire, to feel the way my souls desre
Now wasted away until I meet thee once again
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Comments
Very interesting poemÂ
vivid poetry.. it captures your mind from the beginning.
Thank you for your read and comment Wiford
Appreciate it
Nancy
WOW!! NANCY!!....this is WAY intense!!....you can feel the anger fuming from in the intervals......the white hot phrasing is threatening and filled with a rage I cannot imagine.......and I'm a little confused as to its origin.....a witches curse?......an infringement into holy lands?.....but mostly it seems a battle within the soul in anticipation of the afterlife.....regardless, It is amazingly well written with phrasing and imagery that sears itself into the memory......wow!!......PINNED!!.....truly stunning anger here!!......VERY well penned!!.........LOVE & ROCKETS!!.......T xo : )
Good to hear from you Tony!
And this poem was derived from one I just wrote called "Rip My Soul", and yes it is about Love affair where tbe woman burnt accused of witchcraft, in which it was trueÂ
, but her lover is awaiting her return, and his revenge is brutal
Glad you enjoyed
Hope you are well
Best Wishes, Nancy
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