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Click hereA careful crooked line I carved
Along the live long length of my own arm
Twisted rising as a cyclone or an angry god
Tearing away in inches every all I’ve known
Leaving an open raw scar along in its wake
Where once was life and happy hearthwarm home
Blood came readily to greedily greet the air
Pouring out as tears that refused to fall
Bright berry red to celebrate another season
So deck the halls with boughs of holly
As I inscribe a wreath to wear as a crown
To remind me forever of my own eternity
So now I can map my own sorrow
To lead me on to greater darkness
A lonely planet guide of a broken heart
By touch I can run a finger across
A deep line etched in a relief of flesh
And try to find my way home.
Dark and somber with hints of feelings of lost depression, normally out of keeping with the holiday season.
Dense imagery here as is, I think if you were to incise through the words and create a sparser version, this would become even stronger.