Purified by pain

[brandnewmessiah]

Dirty is what they made me
Ugly on the inside
Stripped away my sense of pride
Unreal is all I can feel
Living in a nightmare
Even in my dreams nobody cares

I walk with my heart dragging behind
I can’t seem to start when all I do is rewind
I’m waiting for something I’ll never achieve
This time I’ll make them all believe
That I’ll befriend the razor and reopen the wound
My buried emotions have kept me entombed
Inside a storm where black bleeds like rain
Falling down to be purified by pain

Raped of any kind of love
Empty are my words
Deaf to what they’ve heard
Silenced by violence
Of a shattered soul
With only one thing to make me whole

I’ll crawl until the rope pulls me back
The noose tightens in sorrow around my neck
And I’ll dangle from heaven for all to see
How life keeps on killing me
And I’ll cut me down with one final slice
Maybe I’ll succeed this time where I’ve already failed twice
Cleansed by the sadness in which I have slain
In my hands purified by pain

[anirbas]

Riveting writing, BNM. It just is to me. Perhaps, as at this point in my life, I'm so feeling
all that you've expressed in this offering. So, I can definitely relate to the fiery, emotive quality of this excellently crafted poem. Better days and ways for all of us, drifting across the face of the planet, waiting to catch that elevator to wherever...Nir.