Sanguine Sorrow: Tears of Crimson Pain
Peer deep into my eyes, what do you perceive? They hail me as strong, yet my heart grieves. Funny how it no longer bleeds red, Perhaps my heart, too, is weary, fed Up with heartbreaks, betrayals, and strife, Weary of the relentless fight for life.
If only perpetrators wore a sign, Perhaps then, protection would align. No pain, no tears, just a numbness remains, Yet it feels like yesterday, as fresh as stains.
No longer seek salvation, not even from self, Talking brings more agony, needles delve Deeper into wounds, not mere hurt, but death, Left bleeding, lifeless, with each passing breath.
They say I've survived, if only they knew, The shattered pieces, the hidden hue. Strength they see, if only they knew the cracks, Beneath the facade, the silent attacks.
How to staunch tears that bleed like a flood? How to halt the flow of crimson blood? How to move beyond what claimed my breath? Does time truly heal, or deepen death?
Copyright © Vathiswa Dlamini | Year Posted 2024
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