Nowhere Left to Bleed
Yes … you may have seen
me naked ..
And you have seen me
weak
You have seen me
beaten ..
And then turn the other
cheek ..
But now the breaking
wheel is broken
and there
is nowhere left to hide,
or bruise, or bleed ..
At least
that is, the way it seems
to me ..
And tho’ the well is just
as deep,
the bottom and the sides
have long run dry
and the drop is still as
steep ..
But until you realise
I am neither
hypocrite, or liar I shall
remain
a threat and stranger
in that crazy
fucked up mind of yours
but then …. who cares ..
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Whooa - A strongly put set of reasons to say a firm Goodbye to love gone sour - -- - - your turn of words with searing imagery would shake to the core some crazy She who thinks otherwise..........x
sometimes, it just has to be said dear Fay ... this one has been laying around in an old scrap book for loadsa years ... found it again while unpacking ......... ta for taking my side 🙂 x
There's certainly some powerful meaning behind this one Nev. Very nicely written
its a very old un ... a bit like me ... thought it should be allowed to breathe ... albeit forever ... maybe I\'m st sad or summat .. cheers though SC .................................................................................. 🙂
I best not meet this gal! lol.
A fine write N.
................... Best not Mr. O
🙂
I best not meet this gal! lol.
A fine write N.
Don't pull yer punches Neville. Tell it like it is.
In her crazy fucked up mind will she even notice her loss.
I think she lived to regret making certain assumptions ... I heard years later that she died a very bitter young woman ........... the whole story is sadder than sad and I only penned a snapshot ..
'And tho’ the well is just
as deep,
the bottom and the sides
have long run dry
and the drop is still as
steep ..'
so, so steep: indeed
'lived-in-words'
sprouting that consoling solace
of shed-dry crimson: pulsed wisdom
realised
through fruits of stoic acceptance..
subtle, oh so subtle my friend
life's veracity hidden in plain sight
within each of your choice syllables
for us to bite, that harvested sweetness
of commonality's: relatability of relief...
.... Thank you kindly and true my friend ... Many humongous thank you's in fact ..
Neville
I like it when we grift words
like we grift trees and plants
its such a characteristic
of our innate
evolutionary instinct, to seek
the new - 'new' of what we know
to be true,
but 'humongous' is a little more rare
than most, since
its a three-way grift, lol
(sorry my friend
this is just a by-product of accepting
that scholarly geek in me
sadly)..
hope you have a great week btw
A couple of my relationships were a little toxic, Neville - but compared to yours I feel grateful.......
Heavy, heavy...
... Thank you Dave .................................... Neville
Good write, Neville. Inspiring poem.
................. I very near forgot all about this oldie ... thanks JR .................. n truly 🙂
Exposed you have yourself, raw, in that moment of life. A song most of sign at least once in our lives.
Thank you my friend for considering this old scribble .. Many thanks indeed 🙂
Very powerful words Neville,
"but then....who cares" ......you do.
Andy
................................................. maybe ........................ cheers my golden friend .................................. 🙂
Oh spill thine jewels of crimson red upon the floor
Or let them run from thine soul unto the ground
For every Precious drop that spilled before
Cannot erase the heartbreak thou’st has found
But I shall lend and ear , and listen wisely
No crazy soul shall break thy wings
Thy shall land thy naked tail wisely
And no longer shall your heart sting
🙏😀🙏😀🙏👍
Great write as always Neville
what can I say other than a massive thank you dear Dove ...
🙂
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