Marta's Blog
TRAITOR'S DISGUISE
August 10, 2008POEM I WROTE
Like a blackened rose, once blood red, filled with vibrant life,
Dwindling, drying, dying…
Your words drain my once preciously held beliefs.
Like a permanent frown, once effortlessly showing its dazzling white teeth,
Saddened, depressed, alone…
I am thrown into a torrent wind that takes my conscience away.
Just like what I used to be, yearning, craving the sounds, that soothed my troubled soul,
Begging, sobbing, aching…
Well I plead you to take a second look at all you thought was good!
Loudly in the chamber of my angry thoughts you still reside,
Did you think I would forget those words, those ugly, tainted shackles…?
Why haven't you succumbed to all that I know you will become,
You are just wickedly sucking the very life from this newfound kingdom,
You don't belong here with your sleazy, half-witted cocky remarks.
All the sparkling life promises to be tainted with your demise,
But that consequence is something I can bear,
I just know you will not fare so well in the land where the grass is always greener.
For now, I hold onto the clasp which secures my tender heart,
In its fitful yet proper place,
And I pray….
I pray for freedom,
From the strife you have bestowed upon me,
And freedom from the memory of your disgusting disguise.