I saw a scar on my wrist today,
But my mind saw something else tonight.
Anything else.
I felt bruises on my ribs,
they hurt when I whisper.
But my mind felt nothing,
just the morning breeze between my lips.
I can smell skin smoldering as a burn appears,
But my mind speaks and says love is allowed to be lethal.
I heard the course of words, ranging in screams of various, terrifying tunes,
But my mind sings to me, calling this a lullaby.
His voice asks me why,
Why do you lie…
Lie…
Lie…
But my mind says,
To stay
Alive.
About the Creator
A. Raphael
Poetry is my first love, and writing words onto paper is my therapy. Maybe my submissions will make you feel something, too.
If you find something in my words, then it is my pleasure.
A. Raph
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OMG, don't make me come there and have a talk with him! Great poem and I truly hope it is not your experience.