Today he hit me.
Smart, he leaves no marks.
Can it really be?
It is just my soul covered in scars.
What happens with world?
I gasped, I am lost,
In my heart there is bolt,
And he enjoys it the most.
But I am the one who stays.
Who can you blame?
Cover my body in lace,
I am the one who endures the pain.
Today he hit me.
And under my clothes
There are no marks or bruises.
He hit me with words.
August 11, 2017 at 1:39 pm
A sad poem but well done, this one cut’s deep into the soul. I like this line :
Cover my body in lace,
I am the one who endures the pain.
Nice!
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August 11, 2017 at 2:18 pm
Thank you! I am very happy I could express my feelings as I wanted.
P.s. My inspiration is a bit different, but it is back! 🙂
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August 11, 2017 at 3:22 pm
Awesome!
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