Not All good Things Come In a Box- Poem

[Perfect Soldier]

Not All good Things Come In a Box

Each irritated fine red line,
Is carved into your body
A grotesque checkered pattern

Blood spills over,
Cleansing the sinful marks
Your baptismal tears,
Save your heart

May you be delivered from temptation,
And embraced into salvation

You had heaven in your eyes
Meth coursing through thin veins
A sad smile, and a knife in hand
I trembled and watched you,
In your last stand

Christmas is coming soon,
Almost a lifetime after
Like a selfish child, I crave your smile
Gift-wrapped to me,
Staring back from a bleak box
Crimson reminders of your mistakes intact

I blow a kiss, and whisper to Santa,
My Christmas wish-

Dear Santa,

Please make the bleeding stop?

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A/N- Laura you're the one I love the most,
my father son and holy ghost.

I'm aware this poem probably doesn't flow well, has rhyming issues, and has too long of versus. But it is what it is. feedback welcome. thanks.

[Eienvine]

That's so sad. It's a good poem, though. Poems don't have to rhyme or have a set verse length. You should write what feels right and honest to you and not worry about conventions. Like this poem - this poem is very good as is.

[dragonlady9]

WOW! That was VERY powerful and VERY good! Keep up the good work, fellow poet!