StainedA Poem by Alice OiseauSome stains just can't be washed away.Stained There’s a stain on my soul, I have scrubbed my skin dry and red, pleading deeply in my moments of solitude, Stolen teardrops in the night cannot even wash you away, For I have plastered this smile upon an unrecognizable face, For I have laughed till breath came no more, and only found the stain to grow heavier after all is said and done This heart grows sadder, this mind wearier, haunted, Grasping at vague memories, I re-live the encounter up until it became a dream,
Dream? Wrong. Nightmare. Correct.
Yet my consciousness was taken away, unable to experience the horror, Unable to feel, unable to breathe, But there were hands, many hands, and I could not push them away, I could not speak, as it felt my lips were sealed, I could not open my eyes; they too heavy like the everlasting stain,
Fear? Perhaps. Denial. Certainly.
Here I stand, my feet sinking into the warm earth, My roots wrapped comfortingly around my ankles, A voice is faint, but endearing, lost, but sought, She whispers, or cries, And I apologize. My other half, I had left, unaware A many months later, I realized her warmth no longer lingered, Her voice no longer heard, Her absence sinks into my heart, my mind, my body in its entirety--paralyzing. Now though I seek her, As though it’s a game of hide-and-seek, Praying that I might find her, Praying that she can help,
Help me.
Again, the sponge is wet, Again, the soap is white, Again, I scrub and bite my tongue until I bleed.
What foul mess I have ran myself into! I hurt, terribly. I cry, silently. I knew this would happen, I knew, and yet I pursued.
Stain, stain, go away, Come never another day, The old queen went to bed to rest her head, And woke the next mourning. © 2010 Alice OiseauReviews
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3 Reviews Added on December 4, 2010 Last Updated on December 4, 2010 AuthorAlice OiseauAboutBreathe – Michelle Branch Music Code FB.init("1c7a1aacc0e13110583702090130c1b7");Alice Oiseau on Facebook more..Writing
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