The Creases

Putting pieces

to heal creases

what the peace

in me releases.

Coming drag

wave my flag

all I ever had

is a soiled rag.

The past cloud

what I allowed

I yell up aloud;

I was not proud.

So I pacify now,

hear me crown

my ego to covet

to feed allowed.

Worship would

I my majesty see.

I’ve rebel soul an

ink up my sleeve.

Years I question

the reasons why

blood screams I

the hurt despise.

So I’ll twist paper,

with a toxic tonic.

To feel is to hurt,

I burn beyond it.

Bring me ecstasy

a bliss kiss a rose

for a countenance

sad head to toe.


(Image: Pinterest)

One Comment Add yours

  1. really superb poem and the parts “blood screams I
    the hurt despise.”
    and
    “I’ve rebel soul an
    ink up my sleeve”
    we’re totally awesome illustrations.
    🌷🌱

    Like

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