The Weeping of Blood
From a heart scarred and torn
My heart weeps with the loss of sudden possibilities,
Strangled into submission by a few ill gotten sounds,
Haunted by traumatic memories of times gone wrong,
My mind scattering through all its old stomping grounds.
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Aching with the magnitude of an upsetting change,
The slamming of a door under lock and key,
Wantonly wishing for a different outcome, foolishly,
While beating my drum hoping my heart will agree.
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Seldom has the confusion ended in well wishes,
Attempting to fortify a quest when I know better,
Backwards or forwards — the past does tempt,
Like wrapping myself in my favourite old sweater.
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Sunshine and grace swells the tears that fall from my eyes,
The wind biting the ache of a heavy heart,
Frozen in situ, what was the blasted point?
Knowing silent goodbyes tear me apart.
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The solution it seems is in the cruellest form,
Slinking into the shadows after a hard day,
Change takes but a split second, that’s guaranteed,
It’s the inevitable end when things go astray.
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Heartbreak is always sitting upon my shoulders,
Waiting for the perfect opportunity to hit me hard,
Laughing in my face at my naivety and foolishness,
Leaving another tear in my heart that’s already heavily scarred.
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Goodbyes are my nemesis, always waiting in the background,
Perfectly timed for when I’m at my lowest of lows,
Not a word is uttered, just a silent disappearance,
A door that doesn’t slam, it swings silently closed.
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I bleed raw emotions and weep oceans of tears,
Chaining my thoughts and feelings to the dark,
Wandering the harrowing halls of hell, my comfort zone,
Where the burn on my heart has left its mark.
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Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.
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Comments (7)
Oof, this hit me so hard! It was just so relatable! Loved this poem so much my friend!
How can something so sad be so beautiful
Your second to last line was the most evocative one for me: "Wandering the harrowing halls of hell, my comfort zone," When misery & heartbreak become our comfort zone, when we feel like that is where we belong, that we do not deserve love or joy & are no longer even sure what we do if either presented themselves to us, how we would respond, if we could respond.... Yep, I feel this, Colleen.
Sadly written and Beautiful 😍📝❤️🩹!
Oh my friend. This is so sad. Beautiful, as always.
Great work! Very tenebrous and eldritch! Wonderful poem! It’ reminds me (kind of) of the cookbook I wrote! Well, the recipe from the book! Great work!
Courageous and heartbreaking!!! Loved your line, "Change takes but a split second, that’s guaranteed," ♥️♥️💕