Behind those hidden marked wrists
Are lies, skepticism and fears
Behind those calloused, clenched fists
Is a cauldron of uncontrollable tears.
Behind those evident scars
Is a constant cycle of sorrows
An imaginary fiend that mars
A twinge that only herself knows.
Behind those unappealing blotches
Are griefs, worries and insecurities
Inflictive pain worth a million degrees
Coupled with regrets and negativities.
Behind those ugly knife marks
Is an unfathomable, aesthetic heart
Who got fed up with judgment and remarks
But was actually dauntless from the start.
Behind the so-called 'stupid cuts'
Is depression that she tried to overcome
Abaft her courage and remarkable guts
Is a doltish move for some.
Behind those wrists is the sickening dogma
On people's choices regarding suicide
Cowardice- that is society's stigma
But the truth is, they're already dead inside.
Categories:
inflictive, abuse, death, depression, judgement,
Form: Rhyme
Do not sleep, in the Mysteries of “ LIFE “
For You may find: You have Lost Your WIFE
Imagine the devastation : that tears Your Heart in TWO
A PAIN inflictive in a History of My “ LOVE for Y O U “
Do not sleep, in the Fantasies of “ LIFE “
For in those Dreams, YOU will lose Your WIFE
Feel the cold steal blade, stabbing into a Lifeless Heart
Seer the Flesh : with the fires of Hell, that burn a Broken Heart
Do not sleep, in the Destruction of “ LIFE “
In the aftermath , when the sea stole my WIFE
When the sky was Darken, with FOREVER Grief
Will the Heaven God promised me, be my Relief
Do not sleep, in God’s Everlasting Gift of LIFE
For You would miss the Joy, of FOREVER with Your “WIFE “
Eternal LIFE
WITHOUT a WIFE
Has to be Hell
WAKE UP !!
Author’s Note : A Fortieth Anniversary POEM
For My Beloved “ L E N O R E “
Categories:
inflictive, death, life, love, wife,
Form: Rhyme