Mar 25, 2010 11:33
There is an idle eye
watching me
through the mirror
as i try to forget
the various scars
i cover
before walking out
into the day
a necessary long sleeve
to deny the memories
scorned within
trying to bleed through
the tissue
demanding order
in a life
that keeps the unforgiven
in a tightly fitted
chest
decorated with metals
to fool the other side
there is nothing
weak
stirring to break free
from its confounding
home
jettisoned from the awake
leaving it for the
ghostly moments
when the whispers
creep into the soul
who holds the key
asleep in the day
tormented in each dream
that fear is only forgiven
when one is eventually
brought back
to its rightful home
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Down
to my knees
i am reminded
of my life
before Me
when the world
understood
the motions my
tide created
as they stirred
within my
pool
soaking up the
lamp
masquerading as
sun
a me that was
Sure
Unafraid of being
Disproven
because i was cloaked
safely under
the banners and stars
shot out
each fourth of july
until an accident
caught fire to my
plastic trees
and my noble uniform
unraveled
showing multiple colours
after the rain
washed the debris
away
casting me out
of my hiding place
a closet without doors
a word for the actions
that no one mentioned
before
and the red flag flares
leaving the pool
cleared
with the sign posted
'until cleaned or
otherwise forever
contaminated'
as if it wasn't
always there
as if my previous
actions
were not just
performed
briah nicole k luther