Released From Obsidian

by Heather M Craig   Jun 24, 2005


I look into the windows of the past,
left behind in a world, unknown,
where the darkness swallows me
and the streets are left alone.

No one visited me in my sinister domain
but my heart leaked it's purity
as my wrists seemed to pour of blood,
still yet, no one noticed me.

I sewed myself shut from the world
where darkness and I united.
I tore open the wounds of memory
where the forces collided.

The charcoal coats of pain
plastered my body whole
and in the in the mild welcoming
two strangers released my soul.

- Heather M Craig
--inspired by Michelle Allman & Josh Carter--

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  • 18 years ago

    by Elizabeth Ann

    This somber poem reminded me of Brom's world, a respected and sinister artist. I thought it gave this poem an appropriate background, while I read it.

  • 19 years ago

    by Timothy

    you have a nice grasp of the english language. I am not much of a fan of suicide poems (although I have wrote a few myself), because they are so overly done, but it was well written.

  • 19 years ago

    by Jacklyn

    wonderful write! as always.

    ~PLP~ lil slam~ lots of hugs and love~

  • 19 years ago

    by Ann Stareyes

    Another great poem, Heather. Just a awesome job. hugs, love, Ann

  • 19 years ago

    by HOLLY ARMER

    Your imagery is always intriguing...as well as your vast vocabulary! Impressive as always...sorry I'm a bit tired or else I'd elaborate~Holly

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