broken

Time Heals?

In time’s waiting room,
All alone I ail,
Licking clean my wound,
Masked beneath my veil.

All alone I ail,
Salvation passes by,
Masked beneath my veil,
Time turns a blind eye.

Salvation passes by,
I choke upon the pain.
Time turns a blind eye,
As I go insane.

I choke upon the pain
In time’s waiting room.
As I go insane
Licking clean my wound.

 

 

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Beautifully Broken

She is beautifully broken,
A stunning mosaic of shards,
Her undoing was foretoken,
She is beautifully broken.
Her fate is sealed but unspoken,
Her psyche is a house of cards,
She is beautifully broken,
A stunning mosaic of shards.

 

 

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Scarred

What do you see?
Damage at the core?
Geometric fluidity?
Or just another eyesore?
Something you must replace?
Or vibrant imperfection?
A flaw to hide or be erased?
Or a unique accentuation?
Do you find the artistry?
Or is it just too marred?
Can it be extraordinary
Once it has been scarred?

 

 

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