The River of Red ( Updated )

I distance myself from

a cold, dying world.

Draw myself closer

to the open door

I overlooked before.

Open my eyes

for the first time.

Newborn pupils dilate

as I step through the frame.

I forgot my own name.

Lost site of

the truth in the game.

Shamefully, I recall

all the faces

I once tossed away.

Unforgiving yesterday.

Swept away in

the flow of the river.

I pull an arrow

from my quiver.

Taking aim, silent release.

Minimal resistance,

my target falls to its knees.

Begging forgiveness

for the air that it breathed.

The stage has been set,

and the wound inflicted.

The blood is now flowing,

my eyes can’t seem to leave it.

A pool is collecting

by the river bank.

My mind is now blank.

A smile is forming,

twisting this reality

into a dream.

This seemed real at first,

but something unfamiliar

has entered unchecked…

into this scene.

A heart has stopped beating,

due to my bow…

because of my arrow,

crafted with sorrow.

I never gave it permission

to breathe,

to breed,

to sow any seed.

I’ve learned that

corpses have little need…

for what belongs to me.

The door remains

open behind me,

but the world before me

is calling so loudly.

Claim your property…

© copyright BenD.A 2011

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BenWritings 5 years ago from Save me from, Tennessee Author


thanks randy

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Randy Behavior 5 years ago from Near the Ocean

There is of course more to this than meets the eye. You made me hopeful then made me cringe. The mystery is half the fun in poetry.

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BenWritings 5 years ago from Save me from, Tennessee Author

jackie - haha, thank you.

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Jackie Lynnley 5 years ago from The Beautiful South

A river of blood is only something I have read about, never seen, it is startling and could mean many things.

Great about your $4+, I was here for months and only made a dime so I quit and they keep my account number up but won't let me quit because they say I am not a member and don't have an account. You can't talk to them, whoever they are. Maybe by Christmas it will buy an arrow.

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Nellieanna 5 years ago from TEXAS

Was it - is it - release?

What brilliant writing, Ben. That, it is.

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sligobay 6 years ago from east of the equator

Moving forward toward the light of life while leaving the door of the past ajar is a heartening image. Good write!

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Wayne Brown 6 years ago from Texas

Taking another life is something I can no longer do...not something which brought me any pleasure or gain. WB

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Genna East 6 years ago from Massachusetts, USA

Compelling, imaginative, and powerful! Well done, and I look forward to reading more.

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Uriel 6 years ago from Lebanon

BenWritings , captivating and simply beautiful:) i can't wait to read more!

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BenWritings 6 years ago from Save me from, Tennessee Author

Thanks so much, It means a lot coming from you. You are pretty brilliant, and I haven't even read the majority of yours.

I appreciate it

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saddlerider1 6 years ago

Brilliantly captivating. You made the river run red with your bow, taking away a life for it's last breath is not an easy task, however given a situation that places our minds in places of compromise can often force us to do some things we may have regrets for later, or not? Nicely done, enjoyed the flow of the write.

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