Not Enough

Consumed by red,

   Drink my blood;

 

thoughts from head,

   say "not enough."

 

cut my flesh,

   deep tissue tears;

 

feel refreshed,

   'till faced with mirrors.

 

Image of a beast,

   enemy of beauty;

 

travel the streets,

   to the ruing.

 

thrown away,

   spirit is dead;

 

was astray,

   secrets left unsaid.

 

Reviews

[audrie]

graciously written - writing can most definitely help with the process of healing - nice poem

[Anonymous722]

Yes it most definitely does! Thank you! :)