Sometimes I want to bury myself,
deep into the ground.
No room for breathing,
no strength for sound.
I lay my shame by your hand,
straining in my silence.
The ashes that spring from my fingers,
will never be enough.
Sometimes I want to move,
far from your line of vision.
And lower this legacy –
back into the sand.
You have created distance,
with your hollow nothing.
You have broken shapes,
with the blessings –
you refuse to create.
Sometimes I want to let go,
my war is my cross,
and I feel so alone.
I am wounded.
Broken wings and empty words.
Often without redemption.
With my bloodletting —
still screaming and un-heard.
Β
Picture By: AtomicWinterSun
“With my bloodletting β
still screaming and un-heard.” is very eerie. I like that.
Thank you Tammy!
*blinks* Ok, the picture certainly drew me in first…what a curious bit of abstract there. Beautifully rendered, too. *shakes head* But focusing now. As to the poem, a feeling I have known and can empathize with well. The darkness and the pain is carefully crafted, the emotion of loss gripping in its execution.
“Sometimes I want to let go,
my war is my cross,
and I feel so alone.” Of all the stanzas, I would say that one struck me most. Well writ as ever, Jess.
I know, cool picture. When I saw it, it just felt right. Thank you for stopping by and reading my dear. π
so much sadness in your words..the bloodletting is a strong image jess and think we all know such broken wings moments..
Indeed we do, thank you for reading Claudia!
I love this stanza: “Sometimes I want to let go, / my war is my cross, / and I feel so alone.”
That’s good…simply terrific.
Thank you Mark! π
Wonderfully paced and lyrical.. // Peter (@expatinCAT)
I appreciate that Peter. π
what a mournful post…ashes from my finger tips, evocative…letting go is so hard as well…vivid imagery jessica…nice piece..
Thanks Brian, I have my mournful moments… always fleeting. π
Vivid imagery.. Brian is right.. ouch in some places… love your way Jessie
Thanks sweetie. I tend to write a lot of ouch, you should read my book. Although then you might wonder what the heck is wrong with me! Happy you stopped by. π
Vivid…so sad…lovely!
Thank you Ayala!
Exquisite…Sometimes I find a poem that is rare, precious, and beautiful such as this one! Thank you for sharing! Roger ?
Thank you for reading, my dear. I am glad you enjoyed it. π
Emptiness and sadness so hard… you captured it.
Thank you! π
yes sometime in hiding out in the ground
Unable to be found
Would bring peace and quite
To all this crap saying buy it
Your imagery as some before
Is very vivid here at your shore
Thank you so much Pat π
Loved the summation – “still screaming and un-heard” – I could feel this poem.
I am honored you could feel it Royce, thank you.
Never disappointed, however this time saddened. The last stanza cuts deeply into your depressive expression.
Yeah, this is a bit depressing π Thank you so much for reading and enjoying it none the less. π
Very powerful words..
Sadness streaming from each word! Did I hear some yearning too?
If it’s love- alas! That’s how it goes..
Very well captured!
Many hugs xxx
Aw, thanks Olivia!
“Sometimes I want to…”
each in turn so vivid. brilliant and haunting!
Thank you Dani! π