Blood spilt

By Stephanie Sideways

You sharpened your show
of indifference
In attempt to sever
my emotional strings
You twisted the knife
in the soft flesh of situation
But when my back was turned .
You cowardly thing

The death you sought
was to free yourself
And in the fields of my death,
buried your guilt
So you could run
to your greener horizon
Wiping the blade clean
of blood that you spilt

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Published on Friday, January 25, 2013. Filed under: "Poetry"

Author's Note:

An old memory

Comments on "Blood spilt "

On Sunday, January 27, 2013, dwells (4177) wrote:

I wonder if he's happy now...? This is why older people with more mature emotions (actually just the same emotions, only battle-hardened) make the best poetry, when it comes to writing about life. So well done and the initial one-two punch lines were superb, thanks Stephy!
On Sunday, January 27, 2013, Stephanie Sideways (276) wrote:

Thank you dwells x x x
On Sunday, January 27, 2013, FearlessDragon (137) wrote:

Wow, this is very thought provoking and powerful. Worth several more reads!
On Sunday, January 27, 2013, Stephanie Sideways (276) wrote:

Thanks fearless. X x x
On Saturday, January 26, 2013, Devilish (2633) wrote:

Damn! memories like this fuck my mind up.. i have a few myself. hello there you sweetie. feels like forever since we talked. much love. and your doing perfect.
On Saturday, January 26, 2013, Stephanie Sideways (276) wrote:

Hi Dev. Thanks for reading. .......... Even though you tried to scare me off from reading your stuff, I have been reading and commenting. I think your poems at blooming amazing. If the content is close to the mark, that's easier to swallow that I expected because the write is raw and spectacular! ( just thought I would mention that) x x
A former member wrote: Ending it up nicely, guilt always comes back, its the on dead thing that will always come back to haunt
On Saturday, January 26, 2013, Stephanie Sideways (276) wrote:

Thanks for reading. I was really trying to express how this person, started off all lovely and caring. Then kept going a bit cold,/ indifferent/ and would never explain why . I was madly in love . But as he didn't have the guts to end, it I did. And on reflection he was pushing me towards that with situation too long and complicated to explain,. Then he would maybe feel less guilt as he didn't actually have to do the deed. But yes, I am pretty sure that buried guilt came back to haunt him! X