Second Skin

Unwrapped

Your lies 

have become my second skin

Holding me close 

Closing me in 

Poetically 

Woven  

Your noose

around me

In demonic shapes

And ice cold restraint

Dead link

and 

Chain 

Embedded

I've prayed 

Please 

Lessen the pain

I've 

Silently screamed 

In your name

But your God 

Prefers me 

Broken 

This way.. 

Reviews

[Re-Pete]

i enjoyed this. creative title concept. powerful wording that holds. clever ending.

[FIN]

You still make me look amateurish in line breaks, Jerk! (;

Each line perfectly flowing and in sync, whilst capitalization is on point...

Im studying your every move like you're written in Braille though. (;

Thank you, for your lessons in poetry.

*On the poem: either this is a man, woman or an illness which has you wrapped in lies and pain... as always, mysterious, yet frankly and steadily screeching your nails across chalkboards of your pain.

Ms. Angel


LR

[Poetic Angel]

I would trade any ability I have to write for the emotional devastation behind it to disappear.
read moreI would trade any ability I have to write for the emotional devastation behind it to disappear.
That being said, you are an immensely talented writer. No two people write the same, and I don't think you should compare mine to yours and see flaws or faults in either .
Every gut wrenching painful aching piece I write is always about him. Urban Nomad.
The death of me.

Thank you so much for your feedback I appreciate it, and you make me smile..

[FIN]

I cannot, nor will I, tell you how to conduct your life; but actions speak louder than words, no matter how poetic.

Destruction, is still destruction, whether it be from a fist or a pen.

You're a grown woman, the steps you take are always yours.

It seems to me to be a game between a seducer and the seduced: The seducer using the muse of writing as a medium to connect with the one being seduced.

Quite a tragedy,

Ms. Angel

That is, if it is all the source of your pain, as you have exclaimed here.

Much love,

LR