Roni Al Poet Free verse

Silver

A rush of silver
Trails down my skin
Cold, yet harmful
My mind is now at ease
 
My peach-colored skin
Is covered in red paint
Hateful words cloud my mind
Swarms of regret surround my thoughts
Unable to clear
Any longer
 
I hate how the blame
Comes round back to my mind
I hate the inevitable feeling
To see the red paint
On my peach – colored skin
I hate how I have to lie
When someone asks how I am
And I reply
I’m fine
 
I hate the guilt that
Spreads through my body
Unable to speak
The truth
Of what I can and can’t do

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Beata Agustin March 15, 2025 at 6:05 AM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Welcome to Poetry Soup. I welcome you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.