Words

  • Observations

    You’re as useful,
    as a burn on the face,
    from a sunbeam,
    through crystal,
    or a roaring fire,
    through oxygen.

    Painful and harsh,
    leaving marks of hatred,
    upon the flesh of innocence,
    red with venom,
    of anger and disgust,
    at ignorance of the norm,
    hiding away behind curtains,
    pressuring with 17th century romance,
    and possessive keepsakes,
    like compliments and promises

    Unhappiness and lonely nights,
    veils of white eyed coatings,
    dreaming of pairings,
    and filled bedsheets,
    unobtainable due to blindness,
    self inflicted.