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Mascara

DeirdreScott

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Mar 7, 2005
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Lying prostrate before a
GOD
of my own devices....

Pain-grief-lonliness

Chemical emotions

I realize now (through jagged Crystal shards)
That I don't need you...

For every time you pushed those pills
down into my inexperienced palms.
For every time you pushed me away
because I wanted to get clean.
For all the guilt and sorrow you caused me
when I wanted to get away from you.

For every time then - I call you to the stand now...

Look at what I've become
what beauty I had is lost
within the twisted monster
that had assumed my visage

In attempting to be desired
I have brought blood
to the surface of my
pale precious skin.

I call you to the stand in this matter of Judgement...

And when you see me
with all of my mascara
racing down my face
across these scars...

What will you do after all I did for you?
 
Its a poem I want to have engraved and put on a gigantic granite monument in the middle of a public area. There are so many people who I think can relate...
 
Isn't it a pity when a "harmful" chemical can knock more sense into you than a 10 pound hammer?
 
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