Wounded - a poem
Caught off guard while dwelling in comfort
Basking in the warmth of a glowing sun
Lost in feelings of safety, serenity
I let my guard down like a fool
Unsuspecting of what that might do
Fooled by a wolf in sheep’s clothing
Wielding a lethal blade
So sharp I feel no pain
Until I see the very center of me
Ripped open and exposed
Suddenly I find myself
Like a wounded beast
Guts are twisted tangled ropes
No longer tucked away inside my core
Heart beating without protection
Comfort gives way to distress
What was once hidden now visible
My insides naked, exposed
Feeling everything too intensely
Panicked yet frozen, losing control
My soul is escaping
Rising with the steam that is
Slowly rising from me
From the red liquid pools
Seeping from the core of me
I try to hold it in
To save some for myself
I cannot live without it
I am not strong enough
to let so much of it go
Rising steam, red liquid drips
Slipping through my fingertips
Through my open lips
Unable to close them shut
Speech becoming desperate gasps
My eyes wide open but do not see
Unable to blink they are forced to drink in
Light and shadows, movements
I try to focus but nothing is clear
Vision blurred by stinging tears
Some Romantic Poems....
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I woke up with thoughts of you in my bed of me in your arms - Five Failed Loves - haiku style
Reached out for your heart Clumsy in my excitement - Romantic Poem: Haiku-style
A poetic expression of the meeting and parting of lovers.
Will you leave me with core exposed
My wounds will kill me if not closed
Blinded, bleeding, heart in hands
Barely able to move
Hoping you will extend a hand
Will you gently untwist the knots
Place them neatly in me, aching and bruised
My heart in your hands, then safely back in me
Will you close my wounds carefully
Barely a scar as I heal in your arms
Or will you leave me there
A tangled bleeding mess
Not worth the time to reassemble
Maybe you think you don’t know how
You give up on this beautiful creature
Leaving me to collect myself
To shove my damaged heart inside my chest
Arrange my guts as best I can
Twisted, bruised, I close the wound
All this done blind with shaking hands
Healing happens, slow and painful
Fighting infections from filth
I could not wash away
Insides slightly out of sorts
Heart weakened, walls thickened
Refusing to give up, I heal
I dare to return to that meadow
Scarred and tough, tired and rough
Basking in the warmth of a glowing sun
Lost in the feeling of safety, serenity
Oblivious to the eyes that have noticed me
