A poem written about my father. Not the best but it's an old favorite.
A white rose and a dagger
In a second it was all gone
Every trace of purity covered by blackened evil
Scorching flesh and searing pain from a heated dagger
The burns and scars I see are nothing
Nothing but an illusion
An illusion like pain and fear
My mind tricked again and again by pain to fear
I find such joy in this pain
I live to cause it and force it upon myself
Fear and pain, this wonderful color and taste
To see so many happy makes me sick
When I cannot be as them
He hurt me and my wounds will not heal
I want to see him dead
I want to see his blood on my hands
I want to see it
I want to see it now
But I can’t
I want to see it
But I don’t
Have the heart
To take another’s
Or my own
Everything and everyone is worth something
Even if they are not worth anything to me
I’ll see it someday
I’ll see that white roes stained red with blood
The sound and smell of burning flesh from a hot dagger
If I could I would
But I don’t have the heart to
But I still can’t let go
I’ll never let go of what he did!!!
Never
Never
Never!!!
Someday I’ll see that white rose and dagger
But when I do see it…
That rose…
Will drip with blood
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I've decided to start writing about bits a pieces of my life. I'm also going to place poems of mine here. While they aren't always perfect, I could use some criticism. Most of my poems come from self angst or anger, it depends on the day I wrote them
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