Poem -
The Final Cut
The final cut
Bleeds the deepest shade of red.
Echoes around my bed
Walls surround my head.
In dancing with the Devil
I have become uncomfortably numb.
Love eludes me
Pain consumes me
Madness runs through me
Dancing on a tight rope.
Echoes in my head
Music is my bread
Flowing through my veins
Like a honey'd shot of brown
Consuming me
Consuming me
Out with the inbreath
Breathe
What more is left to say?
You choose your road
You walk your way
The final price I have to pay
Blood seeps slowly from the final cut
Pooling on my pale pink roses
Tears fall softly from my darkened eyes
Onto a vacant pillow.
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Strong words here Ru, "Β blood seeps slowly from the final cut, pooling on my pale pink roses".Β perhaps all the red roses have captured Humanities blood, reminding us of our troubled past. Great poem, thanks for sharing.
Hi Gerard thanks for reading. Much appreciated. Indeed like the poppy bringing pain relief and death, the blood red roses stand for the fallen.
Beautifully inked Ru.
Thanks for dropping by Lisa. Much appreciated. x
Very emotive and expressively penned, Ru T.
Lots of alliterative phrasing, along with good use of metaphorical referencing, made for a delightful, albeit very melancholy, read.
Bravo...
~Dean
Thanks Dean x