Thickened blankets of shame
Smother me
Darkening everything
My heart is black
Tears bleed from my eyes
Screaming my pain
Until my voice finds no sound
It makes no difference
Doesn’t matter at all
You’ll never be satisfied
I’m not the monster
You’ve painted me to be
Even now as I lay
Entangled in your blanket of shame
You’ll never acknowledge my pain
Continue your punishing tirade
Be careful not to touch
I may soil your precious skin
Even though I’m truly
A manifestation of your sin
A kick in the face and a mirror. Nice work hon.
ReplyDeleteIt kicked me too, in the gut. I couldn't help think of a family member I'd like to send this too, but can't.
ReplyDeleteThey just couldn't appreciate it. But I do.
More than I can convey.
Speechless. 0_o
ReplyDeleteSin tastes sweet at first, bitter in aftertaste. Yet we all roll in it. If you're my manifestation of sin, ta. I'll gladly take you over Old Splitfoot anyday luv.
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