Soliloquy - A Book of Poetry

𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝙷𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝙱𝚎𝚎𝚗, 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚆𝚊𝚜 𝙽𝚘𝚝...

Would you still love me,
If I showed you my true colors.

The black insanity,
The grey storm clouds inside of me.

The blue of the ocean,
Threatening to swallow me hole.

The purple glazed dreams,
That I could never seem to hold.

The red anger,
Coursing through my veins.

The speck of white innocence,
Hidden behind a burning flame

What would you say I showed you the scars,
The aftermath of my disasters.

The hidden messages scattered on my skin,
Where the touch of life has been.

Would you still love me inspite of,
Can you see past all my sins?

No, you would never know the heartache,
The pain of my remorse.

You would not see past the imperfections,
No matter how hard I try to right my course.

You only saw the broken heart,
That I tried so desperately to hide.

You never looked past the face,
To meet the person on the inside.

I guess I should let go,
And accept the consequences my mistakes have brought.

Burn the past and never look back,
On what could have been, but was not....

By Shamiah James Blugh
What Could Have Been, But Was Not
Published on Tuesday, May 4th, 2021