A knife in my hand
I cut my heart
Blood spilled all over
I look inside
And search for something
Something unknown
But familiar
Hidden
I cut my veins
I squeeze my eyes
I burn my lips
I tie my throat
To push it out of my mouth
I drown in water
To let it flow
I get tired
And I just bleed
To death
And it is all over me
Crying, to live
OMG! OMG! 😿 That’s your soul, if I’m not wrong? The words in your poem created such a powerful scene, I was horrified. Indeed, the soul cannot be seen, touched or felt, but it’s there.
“And search for something
Something unknown
But familiar”, I admire these lines very much. You have a way with writing. 🌼
Also, the end is super-strong. It left me scared as well as awed with its beauty. Keep shining.
-Firefly 🐝
Thank you chandni for understanding the poem. It means a lot when a writer can convey the true essence of emotions. Please keep reading. I love to read your comments.
Thank you. Keep writing.
Shreyans
I really appreciate one thing about your writing, and that is your way of hiding some deep meaning behind your words. I am never able to do that, huh. So, I am aways attracted when I find something like that. 😄 Please keep writing, I feel like I have found one favourite blog over here now, hehe. 🌼
Cheers to writing!
-Firefly 🐝
That means a lot chandni…To be among your fav blogs..Im really thrilled..Thanks a lot…I would write and try to keep up to the expectations…Please keep writing…
Shreyans
Yayyyyy. 🌼