On VergeA Poem by goldie uttamchandaniRockbottom lowFound yourself on top
of a hill with no shade to stand under, the skin around your lips and eyes
starts to crack and peel. Don’t you wish
for one moment you could simply have a hand to cover the glare and give you a
screen, to sooth them for just one instant and feel a breath of relief. Have you ever bled
without pain? You are soiled red
but the gates of pain are simply numb. You simply watch the drops stain. If
only a hand could compress the hurt and brake the flow of this rouge river game. Have you ever spat
words of scorn? Only to discover it was a feeble attempt that bounced the
daggers back at your wall of ice. They simply echo back, the acid splatters in
your face. You regret what you said; you wish you were dead. Have you ever defied
your own line of fire? You’ve broken down your walls of guard and allowed
trespassers to rape your morals. If only a hand could pull you back and tug you
in, the rules you made would still be in. © 2016 goldie uttamchandani |
StatsAuthorgoldie uttamchandaniBarcelona, SpainAboutHi, my name is Goldie and I was born and brought up in Spain, and am of Indian origin. I currently live in Barcelona, with my husband and two children. I am a lover of poetry and prose. In 2014 my fir.. more..Writing
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