copyright cwmartin 2012
shards
of memories
pierce
the flesh
on the new day
lacerated thoughts
bleed into
hopes
of something new
pain
fogs
the inner eye
blocking
the
view
making
the eyes
unable
to look
beyond
yesterday
at a loss…
too true, and well said
i used to be like that for quite a long time, i thought i will never heal and brood till eternity then things changed when i discovered the world is filled with loving people :)
Riven with pain.
You’ve paired it with a photo somewhat political, but that doesn’t disguise how very real this is for each one of us. I love listening to you read your writing, btw. Thank you for your visits and comments. I smile whenever I see them.
sometimes the path to ‘new” has to be created out of the unknown– often a scary concept. thought-provoking write!
Powerful and bold. The image cannot be denied.
“lacerated thoughts bleed into hopes of something new” – really grabs…
Pierce, bleed,block, pain are words that choke and do not allow us to think further.
What incredible commentary on regret!
oh…so much in so little…well done
Very emotive – some get stuck in grief, others move on but only after too long.
hi Martin , I’m familiar with the picture ,a snapshot from our area.a lovely poem Martin , as usual , despite regret I can smell a search for hope in your poem.
One can lose what is planned for them tomorrow, if they only focus on the past.Hope should live in each day.
How to break the cycle?
So sad, once again!
How perceptive you are with regard to psain and the inner eye. It is hard to escape yesterday under those conditions. So sensitively written.
true feelings
This piece applies so nicely to so many of the worlds current problems.
This one is a beaut, for me the possible political overtones (? as suggested by the photo) weaken it, I prefer to think of these words as more universal.
Oh yes. How we can related to the experience of others and reactions just like this. So very, very sad …
Well done, Charels.