Forever Closed

Forsworn and ravaged your heart among the masses of the ones within your past.

You clothe yourself in false talents to hide

from me but alas,

I witness your pain and pull apart the many webs

containing you within

I weep as I see your suffrage and reach for your soul drenched in sin.

It cannot be known these trials you inflict

on your own life.

They will never know who you truly are

as you fastidiously plant your strife.

The loving arms that find you fall fast from

your warmth and perfected pretense

For you it is momentary comfort until your cursed heart's defense.

You leave yourself forever closed to the possibilities of finding home.

A single tear I shed for you as your world was once my own.

Reviews

[roarke]

a sublime poem. Empathy personified. It's all there in wide screen clarity. Sublime.