INNER BRAILLE

And the pins prick
I am timid in my bed of nails
her fingers tender to the touch
tracing, she reads my inner braille
I am blind to a world of love...

I am in darkness
her heart illumined
I struggle in her bouts of love
I always the unwilling groom
 

withdrawn as the moon....

my love, her empty room of
joyless and bitter tomorrows

her heart I have borrowed

filling her days with pain and sorrow,
emotions to scrape and pillage
she, willingly on her knees
but I am only a mere man in his image

 

men have no mercy

 

Author's Note

I was on the idea of man and his destruction of all things beautiful, love, life and at times happiness.

Reviews

[MS. BABy]

I feel it....and I love this side of your poetry...I also enjoyed the look and structure

[Aidz]

And you said you cannot write love scribes.... I see th elope in this as well as sadness.

Agree with PJ she reads my inner braille is a wicked line

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just bleeds the sadness..some wonderful phrasing..she reads my inner braille
that is a beautiful line..

[Larry Dyson]

well stated and sensitive "I am timid in my bed of nails
her fingers tender to the touch
tracing, she reads my inner braille
I am blind to a world of love..."

to the last line..

[Me]

Beautiful poem with wonderful imagery

[joshua deathdealer]

Wow powerful stuff here. Enjoyed every line. Fantastic work..xx

[Coyote Poetry]

Hard for some men to show and know gentleness. Take a child love to make a man to know true love. When we hold our babies. Connection are made that can't be lost. Your words strong and honest. A strong ending to a outstanding poem.
Coyote