Red Art...

A different style of poem to normal, someone asked if my poems all had the same rhythm to them and I realised the majority did! So I thought I would try something new; Quite dark for my first poem in a few months, enjoy!



Shh now
Need sleep
More drink
Dreams creep
Night time
Dark thoughts
Day time
face taught
Sharp blade
Cold heart
Pain made
Red Art
Words hurt
Hurt heals
Dumb girl
Blood spills

Unsure

Needing comfort more than ever but cannot turn to you
Life falling around me but I don't know what to do
Small things matter when big things go wrong
Turns out I've relied on your strength too long
Feelings left on edge and emotions still unsure
What happens if I cannot cope with anymore?
Bad things happen and our stories go on
Even if the life you knew is well and truly gone.