Ernesto P. Santiago Poet Lyric

Scar

I had this beautiful smile, which 
You took away on a summer day 
Where you snatched 

And enslaved it in your arms
If I had, with me, that day my scythe
I could have killed you; no doubts

Today I see the wound, healed
But, the shadows of silent anger, pain 
And torture, still there

Linger like the way you broke 
My innocence on a grassy field
Perhaps, I was too fragile

Or, perhaps you were too strong for me
Thou I forgave you before you could even 
Breathe your last, but my smile 

Will never be the same again
I didn’t want it to happen, neither God
It was just you, the beast
Hungry for my flesh; thence, I was ten

♡Like0

Share Poem

---

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment