Do not give yourself so fondly
To the ardent stiletto of sadness
If you let it in for a moment,
You condemn yourself prior.
It will thump on your door
And cut out your lovely face,
Another one will sneak inside,
And stab you from behind.
Then hordes will arrive,
Yelling in the vast gray yonder,
And you know they are closing in,
Circling you around, eager for a slaughter.
Give in just a tiny bit and they will submerge you
In the permanent ink,
They'll dedicate themselves poems on your scarred skin,
To remember them eternally as ferocious and big.
YOU ARE READING
Breathe
Poetry❝ in her mind she held an incadencent thoughts for the world and an immense desire to breathe them out with each word ❞ Welcome to the place where my words and emotions meet. Random thoughts and feelings of mine, molded with patience into a tangibl...
