...Poisonous Clarity

By SolApathy

Into the clarity of this fresh blade
Pondering the thoughts of why I was made
Born to be beaten
Prey of your screaming
Took the vengeance of your misery upon my flesh
Scars still fresh
As the memories replay
New, deeper ones you make for me every day
I prayed until the darkness revealed
No higher power to heal
Only the emptiness within my soul
I contemplate why I haven’t let the blood flow
My reflection in the curve of the blade
A tiny smile escaped; not sure from what place
A distorted reflection of this empty space
I’ve lost the will to fight for I know there is no light
I draw the blade vertical upon the lines of life
Releasing the poison that was my
…Strife

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Published on Wednesday, February 22, 2017. Filed under: "Poetry"

Author's Note:

In my last breath I smile in the relief there is nothing after....Death

Comments on "...Poisonous Clarity"

A former member wrote: How often do we hurt ourselves because we can't hurt the ones who hurt us? To me, the key factor is to not let them win, because the more we hurt ourselves, the more power the inflictors have over us. You always produce great poetry, darling. Queen Reb;).
On Thursday, February 23, 2017, Drea (1388) wrote:

It's easy to find "dark" writes on this site, but you are different. You find away to make it beautiful. Even in the void of despair there is beauty.
On Wednesday, February 22, 2017, dwells (4177) wrote:

There are no guarantees Sol and The Alchemist has exceed Alchemist in poetic skill - albeit a sad suffering my friend. Cheers! - Dan
On Wednesday, February 22, 2017, SolApathy (650) wrote:

Thanks :)