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Friday, May 13, 2011

We have all had a moment of pure loneliness.





Scars

Scars created in happiness
Scars like a masochist’s grin
Scars like a summer picnic
Like the blanket beneath the warm sun
I want no clouds this day
Like the sweet breeze through dead leaves
The cool grass leaves green scars
Scars like memories never forgotten
Like memories never lived
Like an imaginary knife
The rose petals cut so deeply
With the sharp edges of memory
My scars will never heal
Scars left from restaurant conversations
Like the waiter‘s sincere smile
As he sees my happiness
His confusion as I leave alone
The golden candle sputters
The cracked pavement underfoot
Meets my every step
A mirror made of cement
Scars reflect the moonlight
No emotions reflected in the pool
The fountains remain indifferent
Memories flow easy as cool water
This is the perfect loneliness
This is loneliness made perfect
My tears join the rain
Scars shine brightly
Scars clearly seen
Scars clearly invisible
So many scars
I am covered in scars
Yet I no longer bleed

1 comment:

  1. Brilliantly written, such deep feeling, leaves a lasting impression.

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