Don't come close

My first poem in a long time. Hope I'm not rusty!

Leave behind the comfort you promised to embrace.

Leave it.

Go out to the street.

No, don’t come too close.

It’s not worth it.

Just look, not directly.

Don’t let me see you.

Pretend you’re watching the road.

A red convertible comes down the street.

Red as the blood that stains your skin.

Listen to the bawl I wish you wouldn’t hear.

You don’t know what she says but you know what she means.

You glance at the window and lower your eyes.

Your lips half opened where a desperate breath emerges.

You see me.

You’re the only one who does.

 A shred of rage soaks my eyes.

She laughs without smiling.

And drowned in the bitterness which fills her lungs she rises her hand up high.

Your breath stops.

You see me.

And in me the bruise on my face.

And in me the expected startle.

In your chest shivers the desire of coming.

No! Don’t come too close…

It’s not worth it.

She looks at me.

She doesn’t see me.

In front of her lies the man who sworn her his eternal love.

In front of her lies the rotten seed of a torn tree.

Don’t come close.

You wouldn’t understand.

Please understand that you wouldn’t understand.

I disappear.

With your apprehensive eyes you look for me in the gap between the old green curtains.

A red door opens up.

Red as the blood that stains your skin.

It’s me.

Fugitive.

You attempt to walk but your feet are buried in guilt.

I stop.

I see you there, hidden.

Your eyes call for me and I don’t answer.

I go down the street and my feet are buried in guilt.  

Don’t come close.

Don’t come close.

It’s not worth it.

Author's Note

Please ignore any grammar ou spelling errors. English is my second language and as such it's hard for me to translate correctly.

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[Raven]

A poem filled with pain ...