In this poem, I try to visualize how does one feel hurt about something that’s been broken which was close to their heart. Anyway, because of the many poems I have written, I already forgot what their initial inspirations were. Although I grasp some of them, I am truly not sure. For this one, I think that I was inspired by the fact that some people who have already been hurt continue to dwell on their losses and punish themselves with gradual loneliness.
XIII
HURT
And curse ye! Blood is not enough
My cuts gone through! Yet numbered still
My heart is trodden, trampled, tough
But life doth flow in loving will
O yes! I see the fires sublime
Her tongues ignite and do send rain
And yes! I feel the crystal clime
Like liquid metal in my vein
O soft! The slings and spears and swords
In twinkling sun, here are to thee!
And tightly bend and tie my cords
And leave with crosses’ company
My water flask has emptied then
But filled it only with my tears
Yet how hath hope and love mix when?
And how do statues stand for years?
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A Collection of Poems
PoetryThese poems are just some of the little pieces that make up my life. Whenever I get inspired by someone or something, I write a little story about it in the form of a poem. In a way, it helps me express what I have in my mind in a very vague way. I'...
