Keith wrote of this same affliction. It encouraged me to draw upon the past.


The Cutting Edge of Pain

Silky slides the knife
Let the pain begin
And the pain end
Nowhere else for the angst to go
Now with my blood it will flow
Red on white into the water
Now I am anger's daughter
Pungent blood mixed with salty tears
Down the drains the death of years
Screaming inside
Without a voice
My illness leaves me no choice
Naked before the unbelievable rage
This cutting is the director on my pain's stage
Awake on the tile
I've been gone awhile
A blade at my side
My eyes open wide
Blood on the floor
I don't want to do this any more
Too many scars to hide
But I've done it, I have tried
This is my affliction
This terrible addiction
The cutting edge of pain
Oh how it does drain
Me of my senses
And oh the expenses
I must pay day after day
And my illness will have its way




Poetry by Jessica Rexroat
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Written on 2006-10-26 at 05:26

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Phyllis J. Rhodes
And this pain has cut too
those who dearly love you
and sadly never knew
But now God holds the reins
He soothes your pains
And has the deamons in chains
You are a fighter
And the world looks brighter
You're now a great writer
2006-10-26


Zoya Zaidi
This urge to cut,
Is so strong at time,
I believe it overwhelms the clime,
And does not end till the bells of death begin to chime...

This urge I think is so defined!

Very artfully done Jessica!

(((Hugs)))
Love, Zoya
2006-10-26


Janine>K
So sad and meaningfull..strong poem..
hope it is something that will stay in the past...Great poem!!
2006-10-26


Kathy Lockhart
Your words run deep into the pain of this torment. This is a profound piece of poetic expression.
2006-10-26