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This poem is about how I feel and what I do about it. It's not a suggestion but I'm open to them.

Wave Of Mutilation

I press my forehead on the window
And through it watch children
Playing on the lawn

Desolation pulses through my veins
And my futile fingers reach out for guidance
I savor the blade, sinking deeper than blue

I can taste tranquility for a wavering instance
The anger flows down my arm as the bitter black blood
Burns off my fingertips

Death swims before me in hazy illusion
Images of eternity skip shamelessly through my mind
Pain surrounds, I am resolved to be - still

I run my hand on the tear stained window
And distorted through it
Watch children playing on the lawn.

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Visitor Comments (from the Voting form)
Ani
The images of your words are beautiful. keep writing. one day you might find an angel. **smiles and disappears**
spencer
i know how you feel love the way you wroke it though
paige
thank you so much for wrighting this poem this is how i feel every day and its good to no that im not the lonly one who feels this way thanh you keep up the great work
claire maree
I really enjoyed this poem. It was, in my opinion, well written and well received. I hope to see more of your poems in the future (which means you aren't dead). Caboodles of thanks for the poem, from Me!
Heavenly Demonic
i love your poem because i can relate to it. i used to cut myself but i do not anymore because i have learnt that i have friends who care about me and that life is worth living. your poem means alot to me. thank you so much.
Rebeca
that is exactly how i feel and its good to know that people are feeling the same pain im feeling and it lets you know that your not the only one i really liked it
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