Two poems: ‘Skin’ & ‘Darkness.’

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SACRED SKIN

 

As she danced gracefully by me
I saw her sacred satin skin
it was beautifully translucent
but the scars were wearing thin
kris-crossed upon her entity
woven realms of disowned pain
moments of disturbed madness
thus, preventing her from going insane
each scar, it spoke to me
some would whisper
others would shout
many were laced with low-self-esteem
other bore memoires of loathsome self-doubt
plenty were extremely deep
as they bore, near to the bone
scars that would secrets keep
red raw ones stood out
all on their own
one scar would end
where another did start
all those lonely moments
sat nursing a broken heart
some held names of all the bullies
filled with fear
occupying fright
as they help her hide away
her shamefulness
cutting, cutting
every day
every night
scars became a suit of armour
as they wrapped around
her tiny frame
to keep her protected
from the constant
verbal abuse
violent torment
countless times
she was rejected
every mutilation
a memory untold
each disfigurement
countless years
hidden away
growing cold
beautiful girl
I saw your sacred satin skin
but beyond I saw your shine
in a split moment I read your life
thank you for you had just enriched mine.

 

DARKNESS

 

Darkness my friend
as I hide between the sheets of her comfort
she arrives unexpectedly
banging down the door
bolted
cage
hidden
rage
she silently, secretly
creeps inside my mind
as she dances just under my skin
between my flesh and bones
draining me dry
why?
Trying not to weep
cry
die
Darkness the uninvited fiend barges in
Surprisingly invasive
Unpredictable gloom
sliding down
my spinelessness
cannot resist her blackened erratic charm
encompassed
surrounded
embraced
shame
disgrace
surely this is all in your head
as I appear not to be broken
from the outside

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