Sacrifice

 Sacrifice

 

Purple opaque scars

Feelings and pangs of regret

don’t tell the story

only the pain I have known

 

Regression and sorrow

progression without thought

life without pause

purple opaque scars

 

Pause

Think

Exist for this moment

quaint qualms

 

A slave to my scars

purple opaque lines

attaching me to the pain

just stop a minute

 

Exist for this moment only

pause, think, exist

slave to my addiction

of pain and hurt

 

haunted by my past

tasting the time that wears

behind my flesh

no sacred place to flee

 

dead space

wasted tissue

rattling bones within a shell

purple opaque scars

 

pause a moment

think for this time

silent confusion

progression backward

 

can you feel me?

 

© 2008 by Suzanne Deakins

from Double Chocolate, A book of Exotic Love