Saturday, October 24, 2015

Wip

And so
I leave this declaration of disgust on a page
Never to be uttered, never to fall again from my frustrated thoughts. 
I will bleed anguished distress
Sew up my wounds and place decorative Tattoos over the scars.
I have fallen out of favor
From the blissful grace of despondent ignorance 
I am all too aware of how much it hurts to "love"
Not to be graced with a mothers love.
Or to have your father see you with pride and joy.
Not to have a child's face light up when you call and ask about their day. 
Not the freedom and light from accomplishment 
But "love"
Selfish
Dry
Probing
Stealing
Angry 
Bereft
Chaotic
Tired
And devoid of color. 

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