Varnished Faces
Lay a whisper on my pillow
Linger your sweet scent hard I swallow
Feeling I nights out with a lover
Among these thorny marshland clover
But wake I up lonely in a dump of clumps
Groping all over I feel but stumps
There's air of silence in the slum
And all around me were cans of rum
Where I and my senses was unsure
With ill-talked fantasies of things to insure
I closed my eyes which i cede to tears
And dream away my horrible fears
Despite these painful terrible years
Till the time ran out of your care
But make believing you're still here
Which makes sorrows seems mere
That am still sheltered by your heart
Sends pain in and out like a dart
And jerks my gentle soul with a start
Guts melt I like tear drops from your palm
Though on a hard rainy day so dryly calm
Your mockery came soothing like a balm
And I hid my face in my silky pale hood
To avoid jeers and stares from my neighborhood
And simply drown and stifle my mood.
Copyright © Ginger Amee Terdue | Year Posted 2013
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