Sunday, April 26, 2009

Another Quit

Fire eats at the metal
Dust and death begin to settle
No thought, no judgment
No need, "I wanted"
Rip and destroy, blood departs
A pumping, beating, losing heart
A blackness seen
Light lost in me
I failed in faith
These months I waste
His hand still reaches
Too scared to meet this


caserad said...

I liked how the end was reminiscent of a half rhyme. I would have commented much sooner on this, for I read it when you posted it, but I wanted to give it some time to sink in. Initially, I wasn't sure how I felt about this, but I do like it. Especially the usage of quotes; very direct, and I felt it got the reader involved.
Oh! I almost forgot. The picture and the first two lines really go hand in hand. Fantastic. Great job with it!
Before this gets any longer...hope you're doing well Sam. Happy May.

Booder said...

the first two lines are actually talking about a bullet firing from a gun. and the picture i dont think has a direct link to any particular line, it just fit the whole feel of the poem for me. the way i usually find pictures for my poems is by searching the title on and seeing what comes up and what seems to fit the poem. though sometimes i do search out certain pictures, like the poem before this one.

caserad said...

OOh i see the gun reference now. And i've wondered about how you get the images; they're always very fitting and quite good photos. Kudos, my friend, on another compilation well constructed.