Bleeding
Author's Note: I wrote this poem while trying to emulate the exquisite agony of a shunned person. In the attempt of trying to capture the feeling of "Sehnsucht", I decided to gear the poem towards the internal rage one would feel. This overriding sense of self-hatred. Forgetting everything you know. Hating everything you stood for and believed. Waging a war on yourself.
Lacerated hearts still bleed,
I tore out mine and hid the key,
Hid it deep beneath the floor,
For with my heart, I want no more,
Mental holocausts burn inside me,
To cleanse my mind with agony,
And crucify my mind and soul,
Apocalypse of all I know,
It's judgement day for every hope,
No fantasy I still believe,
So light them up and salt the bones,
Achieved internal purity.
I think it's cool how you start with the idea of tearing out your heart pushing it toward hell because that's where you think it belongs as an attempt to "cleanse" yourself. When you said "crucify my mind and soul" I didn't interpret it as a bad thing. I mean, you pushed your heart below the floor boards, but crucifying mind and soul denotes that you're trying to bring those closer to a cleaner, more holy sense. So as a whole, I think your apocalypse motif is definitely a good one, and I love how you use it to create a tear in the psyche which fuels the frustration that eventually leads to a rejection of the entire worldly body, ie burning the flesh to raise it to smoke. I guess I interpreted this poem more as an angst for the mystery of whatever comes after death rather than of a shunned person. That's just how I interpreted it though. Great piece though! Very fun to analyze!!!
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