Taste of Tin

Tom Wood

 

Can I really hear the sound,

Of my heart breaking?

Is it bad I hit the ground,

Hoping my pain will be found,

No more this false smile making?

 

Can I really taste the longing,

In the salt of my skin?

All my wounds are badly throbbing,

There seems to be no sign of stopping,

To this terrible taste of tin

 

Can I really feel the pain,

Of a knife inviting blood?

So numb, there is no gain,

No happiness can I obtain,

Until I, at least, try to refrain

My actions ignored, the tears flood

 

But I can truly cry no more

For I am out of tears

I've hit the floor

Bleeding from every pore

Amusement to my fears

  • Author: Tom Wood (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 29th, 2019 01:01
  • Comment from author about the poem: This one was from a horrible experience. It really tore me apart, this one was a venting poem. I hope that the darkness in it isn't too much for you to not enjoy it. Thank you for stopping by :)
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 37
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  • orchidee

    A fine write Tom.

    • Tom Wood

      You are so kind, orchidee. Thank you so much for reading my poem 🙂 🙂

      • orchidee

        It's not my 'favourite' theme, but it's said blood can leave taste of tin in the mouth, e.g. through self-harming.



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