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

Date: 3/15/2025 6:05:00 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.