Beautiful Scars Poet Verse

Irredeemably Desperate

Irredeemably desperate I reach out-
        I grasp...then let go...
                                    grasp...
                                             then.....

he calls me perfection,
why do I feel flawed?
he's changed my direction,
why do I feel a fraud?

Soon my dreams will become my death-
I'll be helpless and incurable....until my last breath.


December 4, 2016

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Chris Green December 5, 2016 at 7:19 AM So deep and soul searching is your poem Laura. These dreams will not only be your death, but your life. Grasp them, hold them and cherish them for all of this will eventually end.