Deep Harsh Scarring
The glow of her skin is patchwork yellow
She has been pierced by the rain on her soul
Her face, stained by tears, sings with a cello
Crying seems rampant and beyond control
But the colors of her soul is released
And projected on herself as a whole
There are days in which she is quite displeased
Her lifeless stare seeps into her being
Closed, her mind leaves her body, she has eased
Timeless feel of the enigmatic ring
Caressing her real hard, rough life again
Not a selfless bone in her body sings
She lives a rough life, her soul’s in a den
Sadness is envisioned by her mind’s eye
Mighty she gloats of her prowess she pens
Her fierce eyes penetrate all those she spies
Raw feelings compete with all those that lie
Russell Sivey
Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2014
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