About mental health. 21st August 2013.

The blood below.

I nurture the spill of light,
trusting the voice that tricks me.
I am careful of what I might try
and I am careful of what you may see.

A carnage of smiles and screams,
I try to break from this lonely grasp.
I am careful of what I might say
and I am careful of what you may ask.

I can only see the blood below and
The numbers scratched by my side.
I am careful of where I might go
and I am careful of what you may find.

Poetry by John Ashleigh
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Written on 2013-08-21 at 01:59

Tags Life  Darkness 

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I sometimes feel I may be blind,
or just afraid of what others see.
And what I speak or see or think
is never what they reckon it should be.
I am careful, vigilant, and repressed
Coz in their light I am forever undressed.

Nils Teodor The PoetBay support member heart!
This makes me think of someone in prison,
perhaps behind walls of madness.
I enjoyed the read
Thanks for sharing

I read it and immediately thought of someone in prison self harming. I enjoyed the piece and it has great flow, no pun intended.

This is very good.
I like especially the ending 2 lines of each verse:)