concrete copies
of wounds
blatant protest
dug deep in
paths misled
mark this much
with no submission
to truth embedded
in protest
faithful are you
to secrets you prey
upon within
the darkness that
crams each part
of your expectation
of me
did you suffer
the moment i
flung my truth
did you punish
me to fit the
void i mistook
for something
more
why
i pray'd for entry
the heart behind
the depths i mistook
for true blue
'stead i found
m'self stumbling
upon hidden lust
what woke this
betrayal
from its
surpressed slumber
i don't yet know
you as i
should
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Comments: 1
This reads like an emotional blast of truth.
Stark yet poetic
The 10 stars are not enough to appropriately rate this work.
I must start a collection.