A mix of emotions taking its last breath. - 21st December 2010.


Internal bleed.

I've contrived from another place,
And I just want to know your face.
A parody of my final words,
When I turn to leave.

Internally bleeding feeling,
Embrace my only please,
For then I can internally heal,
A sunset shall freeze.

I dissapear and re-arrange,
Yet still think that I am strange,
The liberty of my final breath,
When I run and hide.

Internally bleeding feeling,
Embrace my only fire,
For then I can internally heal,
And focus on the dire.

I've prized open countless times,
Falling blossoms of different kinds,
The angst of my final turn,
When I've crossed the line.

Internally bleeding feeling,
Embrace my only find.
For then I can internally heal,
And put this all behind.



Poetry by John Ashleigh The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2010-12-21 at 20:44

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Olusegun Akanbi
Great poem!Keep it up John!
2011-02-20


Awenlimobor Sylvester
there is a certain subtlety to the poem despite its heavy import.
You showed strong control
Nice read
2010-12-23


Nils Teodor The PoetBay support member heart!
A pleasure to read
You have the gift of writing
Thanks for sharing
2010-12-22


Rik The PoetBay support member heart!
Expressing in words the subtlety of emotional feelings is always a challenge. For me, this meets that challenge very well indeed. Enjoyed the read.
2010-12-22


Kshiti Dubey
Wow! Tis' a strange feeling when someone hurts you. You really do feel as though you are internally bleeding. I like the way you write, a beautiful and intelligent poem.
2010-12-22


Libyan Rose
Actually i can't express on how much your writing is clever and intellegent.u are talented.happy to read your poems.iam looking forward to read more.keep it up
2010-12-22


shells
I echo the comments of "your heart is mine" that fifth stanza is sublime.
2010-12-22



The world must RESPECT you as a writer/poet!
.....I've prized open countless times,
Fallen blossoms of different kinds
The angst of my final turn
When I've crossed the line...

If the isn't genius then the law of gravitation is a lie!
Press on and never stop, keep pen in hand forever.
2010-12-21